Chapter 2- Don't Bite

*Kiel's Pov* (Warning. Bad Scene... really bad)

We've been walking for a very long time and my legs and arms at starting to really hurt. They throb constantly reminding me of my life presently. Wow, could I honestly suck anymore. What type of guy gets kidnapped with their Luna? I should be dying fighting for Luna, not getting abandoned because I'm too weak. I assume that's why she left, because I'm weak is the only explanation. She's kind and caring, she would never just abandon someone like that. I'm such a sorry excuse for a living person.

The sun is in the sky burning down on us whenever the trees break. Sweat is beaded on my head. My stomach growls and I let out a quiet sigh. I'm gonna die and nobody will care...

We arrive at a building. It's hidden mostly by the trees and I couldn't see it until we had already arrived a few feet away. It is made of a mixture between bricks and cement, I think anyways. They haven't really acknowledged my existence in a while and it's given the air an eerie feeling. Sucking in another breath as I try to fight the pain I walk behind the one called Fayte. Mr.Murderer quickly opens the door and Fayte shoves me towards it as they all enter, so I follow.

The room is strange. It's floors are chipped and broken away in some spots and the cream paint is peeling off the walls. The room has a table with trash littered around it and four chairs surrounding it. There is supplies and bags throughout the rest of the room, and a fireplace with some half burnt logs still inside.There's basically everything a house should have... this must be their base. I awkwardly shift and pull my shirt down more. Somebody emerges from a door behind us and speaks.

"Where's the Luna?" The male asks.

Mr.Murderer roughly grabs my arm and shoves me to the ground. "She escaped thanks to this brat. I'm pretty sure that you have a death wish, no?" He seeths down spitting on me. I don't speak and look to the side, talking would surely make this worse. Not that I haven't fueled the fire enough as it is.

"She got away?!" The male yells. "Oh great, do you have any idea how mad the boss will be?"

"Just give us some more time, we'll be able to get her back in no time. Just after they feel more relaxed." Kale states. "Look, we have one of their members. Shouldn't they be concerned about him? Most packs will still try to get even the unimportant members back." I sit up and stare at my foot.

"You must be friends with the Luna to help her escape." The male states while staring down at me.

I shake my head. "No. That was actually the first I'd ever spoken to her, sir." I answer looking back down.

"What do you mean? You just decided hey, she's my Luna I should help her? You most definitely aren't a warrior or even strong!" He yells and I flinch back.

"No sir." I say quietly. "She didn't follow through with the plan she told me. I guess she just thought that I was too weak to deserve her help." I pull my legs closer only to get suddenly pulled up by my shirt to face the male. He was a lot taller than me and had dark skin and hair with brown eyes.

He stares at me for a second before talking. "You really are weak." Then I'm thrown to the ground once more with a thud. He turns to the rest of them. "Go get settled in, we'll discuss this latter. Until then I'll take care of our prisoner and inform the boss about the set back."

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There isn't much to say now. I'm in a room... a small blanket rests in the corner and a bucket in the other. I have heard them talking down the hall, but I've tried to ignore it. Why am I like this? Always so weak and ... ugh I don't even deserve pity. I stare down at my left arm and the crooked cuts that lined their way up. I'm such a coward, too afraid to go to deep and too afraid to die. I bet that's why I didn't try to fight them for Luna. I pick at the scabs and peel them off, causing the stinging to return. I don't care though...

The door flies open and I look up at the sound. Mr.Murderer is walking over in a wobbly sort of way with Kale behind him. I knew this all too well, they're clearly drunk. That turns my thoughts over to my step-father. I wonder if they've noticed I'm missing yet. I'm yanked from my thoughts when Mr.Murderer grabs my shirt and pulls me up in the air roughly. I flinch as I hear Kale stumble over behind me as my feet dangle.

"W-What do you want?" I ask fear pouring through my veins. Why...

"Shut~up, brat." He says glaring down at me. "Today's been stressful all thanks to you."

Kale joins in, "Yeah, if you had just sat there like normal we wouldn't be doing this."

I wiggle in his arms and yell. "Put me down!" Tears start to cloud my vision.

"Stop being a p***y, you are only alive because of me. We should've just killed you, but you don't deserve that mercy. Not anymore." He says calmly for someone who is clearly intoxicated. He tosses me in the ground in front of him and grabs the belt from the new pants he had on. I flinch and try to back up only to be shoved by Kale.

"L-Leave me alone." I say pressing my palms into the flooring below me.

I feel a slap jerk my head to the right and I instinctively reach up to touch my face. It stings and I hold back a yelp. "Just shut up." Mr.Murderer says while grabbing my shirt, which has a new style. The no sleeves was such a nice touch maybe I should thank him. Haha I'm so funny even in my head, wait what's he doing with my- My shirt slides up and off before I can protest and I flinch backwards. No, no NO! This happens to not be a good style for me. Do you think if I said that he'd stop... probably not. I want to cover up. I want to hide my ugly and disgusting body. I shut my eyes as tight as I can, pretending I'm not here. Nope I'm in my room, by myself... Before I realized I was ugly and terrible and a waste of space. A kick brings me out of my pretend world.

I look at them with a hurt expression as I process the newfound pain currently flaring up my left side. It seems as if they have gotten bored of talking and are now kissing? What? It seems to be getting quite steamy. I back up now and stare at them confused. I take in a deep breath, but it gets caught in my throat when they turn and look at me.

"Matt, shut the door." Kale says walking closer. My body starts to shake as fear spreads out through my limbs. "Oh, look our little pet is shaking. We should comfort him." He says smiling creepily.

I push my back further into the wall as I hear the door shut. "Yeah Kale." Mr.Murderer says. I guess his name is Matt.

Kale is now right in front of me and picks me up by my shoulders and places me in the middle of the room once more. My lip quivers as I hold back cries. Matt (Mr.Murderer) pulls down his pants and I look away. He's right in front of me. Kale crouches down next to me and smirks with a sinister look on his face. He grabs my chin and pulls me closer to his face. "Come on pet, here I'll show you how it works." Kale leans forward and his mouth takes Matt's... um thing in his mouth. His eyes close and he soon pulls back wiping his mouth and staring at me intently. "Well, go."

I don't move... don't I have a mate though. My mate... wouldn't want me to do this. Then again, my mate doesn't deserve to have someone like me. Someone who is weak, ugly, worthless, cowardly. I hope I don't have a mate, that would save me from disappointing someone else. Suddenly Kale grabs my mouth and glares at me. Squeezing the sides he forces it to open and guides my mouth roughly. I flinch and try to fight back, but it's no use they're clearly stronger than me. I squeeze my eyes shut as the gross thing moves around in my mouth. No, it's gross. I feel tears start to fall and I try to scream and hit. I don't want this. Please stop. Don't do this.

He pushes farther in my mouth and before I can stop myself my teeth bite down. Immediately I am kicked in the stomach and pushed off of Matt. At least it's out now. I feel more and more kicks. I can hear screaming but none of it really sounds like words. I open my eyes only to find Matt shoving me down by my shoulders, and Kale climbing on top of me. "Don't bite. Pets who bite are bad." He says and suddenly I feel his teeth on my right arm. He bites down, not enough to immediately break the skin but enough for me to cry out in pain while squirming.

Matt speaks now. "You don't like being bit either." He states while holding me down. "Learn from this and it won't happen again."

I begin screaming. "LET ME GO YOU PSYCHOPATHS, YOU ARE CRAZY!" I don't know where this came from, but where ever it did it needs to go straight back. Kale releases my arm from his mouth, some blood sliding down his chin and dripping on my bare stomach which is scattered with different shades of bruises. I feel tears dripping down my face as I deal with the pain. Kale grabs the bottom of his shirt and takes it off...

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Ugh. I groan and roll over. My... well everything is killing me. I take a deep breath causing my ribs to flare up with pain. My eyes slowly open and I begin to look around. Kale and Matt are finally gone. I let out a sigh and sit up slowly. My back aching from the hits and kicks last night. I wrap myself up in the blankets once more to cover my almost naked body. My briefs are still on, but it's still uncomfortable. I run my hands over my face and look around. It's the same as before, light pours inside the room in rays through the barred window. My stomach growls and I remember that I haven't eaten in awhile. I wonder if I'll just starve here... that would certainly be better than sticking around with Matt and Kale, or any other of these people that is.

It's quiet until a voice chimes in. "Here, eat." I look up confused. Fayte is walking in through the door holding a plate. He sets it down and I slide over slowly to examine it. There is a small juice box next to a broken off piece of bread that was now rather hard, and what smells to be a mixture of vegetables that are, or about to go bad. I say nothing and reach out to grab the bread. My teeth sinking into it, thankful for the food I look up but Fayte is already gone. It seems as soon as I was done eating Matt had returned to my room. I flinch away from him.

"Damn it brat, are you always gonna be a baby?" He yells. "You think you have it bad you worthless piece of s**t, we have to wait for an opportunity again! Do you know how long that'll be?" He yells kicking my stomach.