A Runt Luna novel Chapter 43

"Now, as long as you give me my answers I won't hurt you...too bad." The man said a sinister smirk on his face.

"Let's begin." He took a scalpel and slowly ran it across her skin, not deep enough to cut, but to give a threatening tickle at what could come.

"What pack are you from?" The man demanded.

Rory stayed silent; nothing would make her give up her pack. She hissed as there was a sharp cut across her arm, but it closed as quickly as it happened due to how healthy her fox had gotten while in Kole's pack.

"Who is your Alpha?"

Rory stayed silent, wincing slightly at two more cuts. It went back and forth between the two, the man demanding questions and Rory staying silent. Each time she stayed quiet he added an additional cut to the count. Little did he know that she was put through much worse situations while in Darren's pack.

Rory lost count at 19 cuts, her mind was getting muddled but she kept reminding herself not to say anything.

"Get the Wolvsbane." the man demanded of the other bulky man. The other man moved slowly, as if he was hesitant about her tortures' actions but still delivered the clear toxic poison to him.

This time, Rory couldn't help but cry out as he poured the liquid on her cuts causing them to feel like they were on fire.

"Boss, maybe give her time to breath. She will be no use to us dead." The bulky man warned.

"Fine take her to the others." the Boss ordered, rolling his eyes.

Rory was barely able to stand, so when the bulky man pushed her to the floor she easily crumbled. She felt small hands begin to touch her and help her sit up.

"Are you ok?" Ryan questioned, his eyes wide and showed more worry than an eight year old should have to.

"Yes." Rory nodded.

Not having used her legs much in the time she was captive and being extra weak, Rory had to allow Titus to carry her. She was nervous about his intentions but at this point she had nothing to do but let him take her. Her gut was telling her that he was really trying to help, but she was conflicted because of how long it had taken him to realize the that torture is wrong. Something had to have changed to make him act now.

The breeze was the first thing that she noticed when they reached the outside. The air was nippy and she wished she had more than her thin dress that she had been wearing for the last two months.

"Get in the car." Titus said, stopping them in front of an old beat up four door truck. He sat Rory down and opened the passenger side door for her. Rory quickly got in feeling the rush and panic coming off Titus.

"Do you have a pack?" Titus asked innocently as he took off down the road, leaving what looked to be a little shack in the rearview mirror. It hit Rory that this may be a fake rescue. They could want her to spill about where her pack was and hope that she would give them the location, thinking that Titus was really taking her to safety.

Titus looked to her, with a deep frown.

"If you don't tell me where to go, I cant help you." Titus explained. Rory stayed silent biting her lip.

"How do I know this isn't a trick?" Rory asked, her eyes filling with conflicted tears.