Chapter 14: Chapter 14

Alpha Hughes. He's a bad man. The weird thing is, he hasn't caused me physical harm. Not like Genelia's mate. Where is she? I forget where her mate is from. Maybe if I can remember, I can save her.

I don't fall asleep that night. Maybe it's because I'm scared of what I might dream of. Maybe I'm not tired. Whatever it is, it's working.

Michael walks through the door with a plate. The plate consists of, toast, oatmeal, and orange juice.

"How was you sleep, darling?" He mocks. I refuse to talk to him.

"Okay, okay. I get it, you don't like toast do you?" Michael continues to joke. I take the plate from his hands and begin to eat. I love toast.

My plate falls to the floor when I'm finished. Michael makes sure to tighten my restrains. "We can't have your pretty face running off, now can we?" He whispers into my ear. I shiver in disgust as his hot breath hits me like a hard slap.

"W-What do you want from me?" I question. Michael laughs. I find nothing funny. My face remains straight.

"We've already been through this, darling." Michael's infamous smirk raises onto his face.

"I never did anything to you." I reply. Michael makes a 'tsk' sound.

"Haven't you learned anything, yet? It's not about you. You're just collateral damage."

I gulp. I don't know how Silver's getting me out of here. It seems impossible. Markus and Michael want revenge, and you should never tamper with an evil man's revenge.

I sit it my seat. What else can I do? It's not like I can bargain my way out of here with poker. I can barely play a game of Uno. Michael and Markus frequently check in on me. The door opens again, but instead of Markus's scent, or Michael's scent, it smells of lavender and honey vanilla. Silver's here.

"Hey!" She crouches down next to me. I give her the smallest smile. "What's wrong?" She studies me.

"Am I actually getting out of here alive?" I ask her. Silver seems hesitant with her answer. "Well-" I cut her off.

"Because you see, last week I was at my house with my family and I so happy. And I never saw any of this ever happening. One week. One! Silver, I have lost so much hope. So please, tell me the truth." I beg.

Silver gathers the right words together. It takes her some time. Too much time. I already knew the answer.

"I'll try my best. I made you a promise. I don't break my promises." Silver smiles at me a bit. "Okay, anyway, what time is it and day?" I wonder. She thinks about it. "Uh, about two-thirty on a Wednesday?" She answers.

"Thats impossible! Michael and Markus kidnapped me on Wednesday. It can't still be Wednesday." I ramble.

Her face falls. There's a sad look in her eyes. "Samantha?" She calls. I answer with a yes. "You've been here for a week.

" What? That's even more impossible. "That's preposterous! I've slept like four times, and it's been in the middle of the day. It should two days after when I was taken. It should be Friday." I worry. The guys have two weeks. Fourteen days.

"You slept for days sometimes." She's lying! That can't be true!

"N-no! You're lying to me!" I yell. "Samantha! Be quiet! If you get any louder you'll expose me!" Silver hushes me. I listen to her.

"I'm not lying to you. You can ask Michael or Markus." Silver whispers.

"Why should I trust them? They've done nothing for me to even tolerate them." I spit at her. "They may not be the nicest guys. But they're brutally honest; blunt if you will." Silver explains. I guess she isn't wrong.

Silver soon leaves. I am alone for a while. Silver's time hint helps me track time better. I literally start to count the seconds.

"Twenty, Mississippi, twenty-one, Mississippi..." I mutter.

The door opens about an hour later. Markus walks in. He stares at me with a hunger in his eyes, hunger I have never seen before.

"What if we didn't kill you? What if I took you as my mate?" Markus thinks aloud. He can't do that! The Goddess will not allow that! "You're very beautiful, Samantha." I shiver in disgust as her says my name. He traces my cheeks with his fingers, I move my face away from his touch.

I can feel my heart begin to beat again once the door opens and Markus leaves. Can he take me as his mate? I hope not. Markus is around twelve years older than me. I was born when he was a seventh grader. If I remember math correctly.

The rest of -what I'm sure is- the day goes by as slow as possible. Maybe it is the fact I am currently restrained by a chair, or I have nothing/no one to keep me company. Solitary is not my cup of tea.

It's disgusting to hear.