Jane’s POV
Entering that basement marked the beginning of endless torment for me. It started a nightmare that I thought would never end. Mark had planned it so well, the way a real psychopath would.
When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a dark basement that smelled of mould. My hands were tied together and then tied to a bedframe. The mattress was so thin I could feel the metals underneath. Duct tape had sealed my lips. I kicked around while making muffled sounds for some minutes before giving up. No one was coming for me.
My werewolf strength failed me and I knew the reason. The smell of wolfs bane was unmistakable. I could tell that there was a lot of it under the bed. It was what made me feel so weak. I wondered how Mark had been able to tie me up with wolfsbane so close. Did he have an accomplice?
I stayed locked up in that basement for weeks. Mark had a human accomplice who had helped him. It was the driver of the car that had brought me. The two did not seem like friends, but boss and subordinate.
I didn’t see mark for two days. The human drugged me using juice and removed the wolfsbane when I was unconscious. Mark came in later when I was up. Having regained some of my strength due to absence of wolfs bane, I stood by the door, ready to strike at that human. Instead, mark grabbed my hand and put it down with his strength that was more than mine.
“What do you think you’re doing, milady?”
“I should be asking you that question.”
“I have wanted you for so long, now I finally get to have you.”
“Let me out, you bastard. I’m not interested in you. I just pretended so you could bring me here.”
“I could tell, but here we are, only you and me.”
I tried to fight him off but he easily overpowered me. “Your food had a bit of wolfs bane juice,” he informed me. “You will not get normal werewolf strength because that will be your daily meal. And in case you haven’t realised, this is a different basement from the one in my uncle’s house. We’re so deep in the woods that no one will hear you however much you scream. If any silly human hears and comes here, you know just what will happen to them.”
Mark sexually abused me that day, and the next few days. With time, I stop resisting and resigned to my fate. Sometimes, he talked to me, and gave me updates on what was happening at Blackmoon. He liked that, because he knew the effect it had on me. He had an informant there who told him everything that was happening.
I was happy when I heard that Cilla had been sold but was angry when she was bought back. I swore that if I ever got out of my basement, I would go for her and make sure to separate her from Ridian. From mark’s stories, the two had got too close for my liking.
For a long time, I had given up hope of escaping, but when I heard that Cilla and Ridian had started having sex, a desire to leave grew in me. I started planning and plotting.
Mark had never allowed Jonah, the human driver to touch me. He never touched me even when mark was away. Yet, I could see that he was attracted to me. I decided to use that to my advantage.
I began by seducing him with words, but he never fell for them. When I started exposing myself to him, he couldn’t resist anymore. Eventually, we started having sex when mark was not around and I convinced Jonah that I loved him. Jonah believed me, I mean, I was the victim in the situation. Mark was the evil one.
Jonah helped me defeat Mark and soon he was the one in a cage. I sent Jonah away and finished off mark. When he was dead, I fooled around with Jonah for a few days, before tricking him and running off with all the money I could find in that house.
I was left with the task of figuring out where I was and how I could get back home. The good thing about the human world is that money talks. When you have money, you can get whatever you want. With my money, I was able to get all the information I needed in order to return home.
The bus I boarded was able to get me to the first town we had reached after leaving Blackmoon pack. From there, I got a taxi to where the woods started. From there, I was on my own. I picked some small sticks and used them to create small bruises on my face, something that would indicate a sign of struggle.
The plan was to convince Ridian and the entire pack that I had been kidnapped. If they knew I had left voluntarily, things would not be good for me.
During my journey, I encountered some rogues but was able to fight them back. How dare they try to stop me from reuniting with the love of my life? I had no intentions of letting anything stop me from getting back with Ridian.
Especially not Cilla Markle. She was the biggest obstacle for me. I thought of what I was going to say and do as I walked through the forest. I refused to turn into wolf form because I wanted to reach when I was extremely tired so that everyone who saw me would pity me. It would make my story even more believable.
Brody Jamison did not believe my fake story. He could see the inconsistencies clearly because he did not have any emotional attachment to me. His words were scathing but they did not affect me that much, because I knew that my target was going to believe me.
Eventually, Ridian believed me as well. The only obstacle remaining was Cilla Markle. I had to get rid of her before it was too late.
Like they say, keep your enemies close. I planned to do just that.