The Boy From the Basement; Book One

The Claws

                The pain is unbearable and unlike any other pain I have experienced before. Worse than breaking my arm and worse than when that Dragur tortured me all those months ago. I scream over and over and over again. Nonstop yelling and I dare not move, but I turn my head a little bit  anyway. I  see the whip untouched on the ground. If it was not the whip, then what was it? 

                “Feel that do you?” Yuri says. I close my eyes and I can feel my heartbeat go slower, but the pain intensifies. It is like my back is actually on fire.

                “What have you done to me?” I ask quietly. I push the side of my face harder against the cold wall.

                “I didn’t want to do this until I knew you could handle a werewolf baby, but it was going to happen sooner or later.” He says. I open my eyes slightly, but everything is blurry. 

                “What are you talking about?” I ask and I then let out another scream. A whip did not cause this, but what did?

                “Calum, get her down. Soon she will pass out or go into shock. Then the true test will begin.” I try to understand what he is saying, but then something clicks. Claws—his claws, against my back. If a scratch was deep enough…

                “No! You turned me! You son of a bitch!” I say and I hit Yuri’s hard chest, but I stop quickly because it makes me dizzy. Yuri laughs.

                “Hopefully you survive this. You will be of great use to me. You will give me purebred werewolves.” He says. Panic rises in me. I could very well die. Dr. John said that he needed time to see if I really could survive this. I felt like I was just rocketing into death. My body was shutting down and I could feel it.

                “I will never…” I trail off. I cant even speak. I go limp in Calum’s arms and I try to keep my eyes open. I am lifted into Calum’s arms and he walks up a set of stairs and down a short hall. I am brought into a bedroom and I am laid on the bed.

                “Have Fredrick tend to her. I want her alive.” I hear Yuri say. Fredrick was the youngest one—it didn’t exactly matter now that I was going to die anyways.

                I screamed all through the night or at least I think so. Fredrick dabbed my back with an ice cold wet rag for hours, but it was burning and my back was in so much pain. I wanted to pass out and I felt like I was going to so many times, but Frederick told me to stay awake. He said if I stayed awake, I would have more a chance at living.

                “I don’t even think I want to. You are just going to make me…” I trial off and he continues to dab my back with cold water.

                “I’m sorry.” He says quietly in Russian.

                “Then help me.” I say back to him in Russian. He looks surprised that I can speak Russian from what I can see. He shakes his head and though I know Fredrick will be kind to me, he wont let me or help me escape.

                I wince and scream once more. The pain is the same and at some point, I finally fall asleep. My dreams are filled with Will. He is very angry and he is trying to find me. I also see Adrik—his face is swollen. I can see them, but I cannot hear a single thing they are saying. How Adrik got that way? I could make a couple guesses. Will probably pummeled him. I saw the faces of Owen and he was talking to Sokolav.

                I wake up when it is light outside. I open my eyes. Everything is so bright and clear. The pain has considerably lessened, but it still hurts. I groan and I can hear shuffling.