Chapter 166 - I NEED TO GET FREE

I was glad that Victor was gone, but now I was stuck. I was still chained to the bed with a splitting headache. I remembered why my head hurt, of course, I had remembered everything. And I would personally rip Victor's head from his body for hitting me with that fucking pipe and taking me away from my baby. He was going to pay. And the price he needed to pay would be his life.

I needed to get out of this mess, though. I wouldn't be able to do anything to help my situation if I was still strapped to this fucking bed. And I would be damned if I was going to stay here. I would do everything in my power to get home. I would return to my baby and my mate. 

I struggled against the chains. I fought over and over trying to get myself free. I pushed, pulled and fought against the chains until they dug into my skin; I still couldn't get free. I was slowly losing hope, but I would never give up. 

I was still struggling when someone came into the room. It wasn't Victor, this time it was a woman. I didn't recognize her scent, but that didn't mean anything. I have been gone for so long that most of the people in the pack were now strangers to me. 

The woman that came in was about my age with black hair and piercing green eyes. She looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't place her. There was a look in her eyes, something that told me she knew me by more than reputation. This look was something that seemed like wistfulness. Had we once been friends? I couldn't be certain, not until I knew her name.

"I see you're awake." She smiled at me. "That is good, I had been worried about you."

"Who are you?" It was the only thing that I could think of to ask.

"You don't remember me?" She seemed sad when she heard me ask that question, like it was hurting her deep that I didn't know who she was.

"I have been away from this pack for a long time. I don't really remember anyone aside from those that tormented me." I answered her honestly.

"Tormented you?" She seemed shocked by those words. "I am sure that no one ever tormented you, Jacy." She smiled at me and sat next to me on the bed. "Victor has loved you since you were both teenagers, he has only wanted you to recognize that you're mates."

She sounded completely brainwashed. Who the hell was this chick, and, was she like some sort of Victor zealot that was singing his praise before drinking the Kool-Aid? Whoever she was, she was creeping me the fuck out.

"Victor is not my mate." I snapped at her. "He is my kidnapper, my tormenter, my rapist, the bane of my existence, but he is not now, nor has he ever been my mate." I was breathing heavily by the time that I was done saying those words. I think that it was the emotional strain of telling someone for the first time what it was that Victor had done to me.

"Oh, silly Jacy, I am certain that you just do not understand what it is you're feeling. You're just confused, that is all."

After she said those words, the woman pressed a damp cloth against my head. I hadn't paid attention to what it was that she had  in her hands, but it seemed to be a medium sized bowl filled with water so that she could clean me up.

The injuries that I had received in the fight were mostly healed by now, but I could still feel some pain in my chest from the broken ribs and of course the pain from the blow to my head. I had most likely fractured my skull when Victor hit me. That fucking asshole.

"Don't fucking touch me. Whoever the fuck you are, just stay away from me and leave me alone." I tried my best to squirm away from her in the small amount of room that the chains were allowing me to move.

"Jacy, you know me. Try to remember. We were best friends back when we were kids. We stayed friends up until you left the pack with no warning."

I looked at her face once more, trying to remember who she was. The eyes were the most striking thing about her. But that was true for most shifters, especially the ones with green eyes. I had know a lot of people growing up with bright, piercing green eyes. There was even someone I went to school with…

That was her. This was the girl I went to school with, Stephanie. This was the girl that had wore me down until I allowed her to be my friend. I wouldn't call her one of my best friends, far from it, but I did know her.

"Stephanie?" I said her name as she stared at me.

"You remembered."

Oh yeah, I remembered. I remembered that she was jealous of the attention that Victor always showed to me. I remembered that she was there half the time that Victor made his passes at me and always looked like she wished she was me. I often thought that she helped Victor to torment me as a way to please him.

"Why, Stephanie? Why are you doing this? Why are you helping that psycho?"

"Why?" She giggled at me. "I've been allowed to be his mistress while you were away. He needed someone to fill the void. And we all know that you won't take him willingly, because you're a stupid ignorant bitch. So, he will keep me around even though he has you. I will be who he chooses to go to, unless he wants to make another baby with you. He has refused to let his seed inside of anyone except you. He will not chance making a child that is not as strong as could be."

The light that was shining in her eyes was frightening. She was telling me that she was helping Victor so that he could force me to reproduce for him. That was all that he wanted me for. He would 'marry' me in front of the pack against my will and force me to bear his children. That was his plan. Or at least the gist of it that I could gather from them.

"You're both certifiably insane." I yelled at her. "You can fucking have him because I don't want that piece of shit touching me, ever."

I felt her slap me across the face, a sharp stinging that made me stop speaking abruptly.

"You watch your mouth, Jacy!" She was standing now, her voice rising. "I will not let you speak ill of the man that I love. He is your mate, and you will accept that."

"He is not my mate!" I screamed back at her. "I have a mate and it's not Victor. I am married, I have a baby. What Victor is doing is wrong."

"Your lies won't save you, Jacy. We all know that you do not have a mate or a baby." She was smirking at me. "If you had a baby then there would be evidence that you were breastfeeding. Since you're not breastfeeding you don't have a baby."

This wasn't happening. She wasn't going to believe me about my life because she believed Victor. She was going to help him keep me prisoner here in this house. What the hell was I going to do?

"You always were a stupid fucking whore." I spat the words at her. Even when you were a teenager it was clear you would do anything as long as Victor fucked you. I bet he fucked you back then too, and that's why you helped him get to me so much. You were his little assistant, weren't you?"

"So what if I was?" She glared at me. "I love Victor, and you're stupid if you can't see how great he is."

"Right, I'm the stupid one. I should love the man that raped me, kidnapped me, and killed my parents. Did you help him with that too, Stephanie? Did you help him kill my family?" She didn't answer me at all, but I saw the smile that was spreading across her face and the joy in her eyes. That right there told me that she had indeed helped him to kill my family. "Get the fuck out of here. Just go! Leave me alone."

"No can do, Jacy. I am to clean you up so that's what I am going to do. I need to prepare you for your night with Victor." At that moment, she produced a syringe from her pocket. I could see the little blue plastic cover over the top of the needle, and there was a tube full of liquid that was most likely meant to incapacitate me.

"Shit!"