𝒞𝒶𝓈𝒽𝓂𝑒𝓇𝑒 ﹠ ѕтeel [Bunny & Jinx] (NSFW)

[Jinx03]

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Mr. Bradly was having a good day, sitting in his lavish office behind his fancy oak desk. The businessman had an obsession with art and everything beautiful. That was evident from the choice of art that decorated the room and the many statues that were neatly placed on the glass shelves hanging on the right and left walls of the spacious office. Even the furniture was considered artistic as it was made of the fanciest of leather and crafted by masters of their craft, especially for him. He smiled at the paper that was placed on his desk. It was done, the girl he was promised was assigned to him.

Mr. Bradly had everything, he was rich, famous, and widely successful. He ran a mega-corp and had politicians and government officials in his back pocket. He never was denied anything, whatever he wanted, he got. Nothing stood in his way, he knew who to bribe, or who to pressure, and if peaceful methods didn't work, he did not shy from using violence. Nothing of course led back to him. He was quite the cunning man. A sly fox that controlled the game and loved every second of it.

Each year a report is delivered to his office of the girls joining the marriage pool. This year was no different, he looked through them and was not disappointed in the girl he got. Although he was already married and despite the fact that the system was near impossible to cheat, anyone would be willing to go an extra mile, a few extra miles to earn Mr. Bradly's favor. A powerful man like that could help one get rid of any problem they might have, but with such great promise of compensation, if you dare cross him or incur his wrath in any way, his other side is significantly ugly. Risk more than most were willing to take.

He ordered one of his many chauffeurs to go pick the girl up. Nymeria was her name and she was a timid one. She was very nice and soft-spoken and the staff at the large Villa liked her the short while she stayed. He was nothing but nice to her at first but that only lasted mere days. He was speaking over the phone with one of his associates in his office and clearly, they screwed up badly. His calm and collected facade was dropped and his true colors were on display. She passed by holding a gift for him. She suddenly heard him yelling and that frightened her. She dropped the gift and it fell to the ground and shattered to many pieces. He walked up to the door and looked up at the scared girl. His eyes glared at her and his face red with rage. "Guards! Take her!" he commanded and two hulking bodyguards came to deal and grabbed her arm. She was shocked and scared, tears running down her cheeks as they dragged her downstairs beneath the Villa end into what he called the dungeon. The place was dimly lit, there was no electricity down there instead it was lit by torches and brazers, and the whole dungeon was styled like a medieval dungeon.

They blindfolded her before leading her deeper into the dungeon, to one particular part where he kept his interrogation tool kit. Meanwhile, he was upstairs preparing to make her tell him what exactly did she hear. He had wrapped his call up after promising his associate that if matters were not settled soon, he would not rest until all those he cared for had suffered a fate worse than death before he killed them himself. He sighed as he sat the phone on the desk before loosening up his tie. He had to know what she heard, he couldn't trust her with such knowledge. Did he have to kill her? He contemplated the idea though it would be a pity, he had not got the chance to enjoy her. Well, it came to that, he would have to think of something. A sick grin was drawn on his lips as he took his fancy gray coat off then his sleeveless jacket and placed them neatly on one of the chairs. He undid the top button of his plain white shirt before making his way to the stairs.

He descended to the dungeon, rolling up his sleeves. He took off his belt and cracked it against the floor. He would not start too roughly. The room she was kept in was gloomy, to say the least, the four brick walls, two of which were lit by two torches each. A metallic door marked the entrance while the other wall had two large metal chains attached to them with iron handcuffs at the end of each one. As he entered the room, the poor girl was clad in only her underwear, blindfolded and cuffed to the wall. He could see her ears perk as he approached. He gestured for his men to leave before he directed his attention to the innocent girl. "I am really disappointed, Nymeria... I really don't want to do that so, if you are honest, I promise it will be quick," he said gently as if he was a father talking to one of his children.

"What did you hear?" he asked pausing as his eyes took in her form. "Remember, don't lie to me," he reminded her. Her answer was expected and he shook his head before smacking her behind roughly. "Tsk tsk tsk, what did I tell you, Nymeria? Do you want me to hurt you?" he pressed his middle and ring fingers against her naked back before moving them downward slowly. "I won't ask again," he whispered. He felt the tremble that ran down her spine.

He looked at her as she tried her best to deny his accusation. And although it might have been the truth, he could not take it, he could not be soft. He raised his hand and then swiftly brought it down. His leather belt ate away at her soft flesh with each hit. She cried, pleaded yet he never spoke. There was only punishment. No matter what she said or how innocent she claimed to be, it only fueled his rage and his whipping grew only more cruel. Her whimpering seized her body and grew limp, she had lost consciousness. He took a deep breath before looking over her bruised body. Wilts covered her arms, back, thighs, and her rump. He pitied her before leaving the room and heading upstairs.

Later that day, one of the maids walked into the dungeon to treat her wounds and bruises. She clearly has sympathy for her yet she could not do anything to help the young lady. But she didn't want to see yet another innocent soul corrupted by his cruelty, quite the dilemma. There had to be a way, and there was one. One of the older maids, a cynical woman who rarely talked had heard about what happened to Nymeria their newest guest. She frowned as that brought back memories she was not fond of. She was once an innocent girl forced to work for her employer and she too had made a mistake when she was a newcomer. Oh and did she suffer the consequences, the punishment left her scarred for life. While everyone pitied her with words, Helda was planning, plotting how she could help that girl keep her innocence.

Mr. Bradly had a meeting with a very influential man in another city. That typically meant the security would not be as tight. She acted as if she was going to treat Nymeria's wounds but once there, she instead undid the handcuffs allowing her a much-needed respite. She fed her, brought her a clean change of clothes, and helped navigate her through the Villa until she led her outside of its walls. "Run away! Don't stop, don't look back," she urged her. She flashed her the most genuine of reassuring smiles before she withdrew back to the Villa. Every action one makes has consequences and she made peace with hers. She just hoped that Nymeria would be able to escape a fate similar to hers.

* * *​

The Dip in the cold water was a daily thing for Chase. Every morning he would go to the lake and dip his body in the ice-cold water of the lake near his house in the woods. He had left his old life behind him and made himself a home in this wild forest. He had no electricity and functioned like a medieval human. He would feed on what he hunts or captures, keep himself warm with a wood fire, and spend his time meditating or reading. Despite that Chase was not as calm as his lifestyle would suggest. His past has been hunting him and one day it just might catch up to him.

For now, though, he was not bothered by the outside world. He enjoyed the serenity of nature, despite feeling lonely from time to time. It had been months since he had contact with another human being but that might be for the best. But it seemed his peace was about to be disrupted. He had caught some fish that he planned on grilling and sat out in the night sky with the crackling fire that he cooked the fish over. He was hungry, his stomach growling as the smell of grilled fish wafted from the fire and filled his nostrils. He picked one and dug his fangs into it then tore a chunk of it off. He chewed on the grilled meat, letting out a soft happy noise.


He finished his food and put out the fire before withdrawing to the warmth of his home. He sat near the fireplace and picked up a book to read when suddenly his wolf ears perked. His nose caught a different smell, someone was close. He slowly placed the book on a simple coffee table before he followed the scent. What would bring anyone this far into the woods? he wondered.

 

[Bunny]

Their world was neatly laid out to prevent the travesties of a time gone by; now the government, in its infinite wisdom, made mated pairs by analyzing the DNA of every Alpha and Omega once they turned fifteen. When the pairs came of age, they were introduced to one another. It was the perfect solution. It made sure everyone found their happily ever after.

Or at least that was what it was meant to do.

When Nymeria had been told that her mate was older than her, she hadn’t questioned it. The soft hearted girl that she was, Nymeria had felt bad that he’d had to wait for her. Mr. Bradley was a well to do man, one of means and he treated her like a princess. The first week had been a whirlwind. How had she gotten so lucky? That had been exactly what she’d been wondering as she’d approached his office with a small trinket she’d picked up for him. A sapphire vase, for the very office she was heading towards. It would look lovely on his desk, filled with flowers. Nymeria hoped that it would make him smile and think of her…

The shouting had confused her. Was he in trouble? There wasn’t much she could do, but maybe offer him support? The words though, as she’d gotten closer had shocked her to her core. The vase, so delicate, had slipped from her fingers and shattered against the hardwood. Little chips of glass like so many bright blue jewels fractured against the dark floor, skittering away from the point of impact. It was as if the floor were ice. Her lips were parted as she looked up into his rage filled face, her big, bright eyes filled with fear. The words had seemed so far off, as he called for his guard to take her.

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She’d been blindfolded and taken from the villa without much fuss. Scared and overpowered, she’d not even known how to fight back. It was a mistake. A bad joke? As she’d been led into what she’d later find out was a dungeon, Nymeria had been trying to make sense of all of this. Her mate wouldn’t hurt her. This had to be a mistake. She was having trouble separating the man she’d known with the face contorted in rage. She didn’t really know him. Some part of her mind whispered this to her. Six days. She’d known him for six days.

She’d fought, pitifully when they’d tried to chain her to the wall and she’d cried when they’d stripped her down to her underwear. Left alone with nothing but the darkness, the cold and her thoughts, Nymeria had only to wait. She’d heard the door open, her soft, blue ears flicking toward the sound. His name had been on her lips. Begging him to let her go. She didn’t know why he’d done this, but it was some mistake. They could fix this.

Her pleas had fallen on deaf ears.
He’d talked to her softly at first. Demanded to know what she’d heard. In truth she hadn’t heard anything. It had been his tone, his face that had scared her. The words likely would have sent her running, had she heard him. Yet, he didn’t seem to believe her. The first blow had made her jump. She’d never been hit before and it confused her. He’d.. he’d hurt her. When his hand stroked down her back, she trembled.

The first kiss of his belt against her skin had made her cry out. That sound stayed only until her cries of pain became screams. Each blow fell over the last, her back a tangled web of welts. Her skin had been broken in some places, as he’d become more savage. Her body gave out before his will did though.

Blissful blackness had taken her.

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Her escape was a confused blur. There had been a kind faced woman, who had released her. Helped her stiff limbs into fresh clothing. Had held a hand to her mouth, to muffle the cries, while shushing her. It would be okay. She'd need to run. Escape.

In shock, Nymeria had listened to her angel, for that was what Nymeria could only assume this woman was. Stumbling against the pain, she’d forced her body to move. Oh gods her back hurt. Every stride rippled through her beaten back. The wounds that had barely clotted reopened at some point and even then, Nymeria didn’t stop.

She had to get away.

Maybe she’d blacked out once or twice. Her body kept moving though, as if driven by pure need. She was in a thick forest when her heat hit. At first, she wasn’t aware that part of her body’s response was to seek help. She’d never heard of such a thing. Her heat should have been weeks off.. So when the fever started, even if she’d been in her right mind, she wouldn’t have attributed it to her heat. It was the abuse she’d suffered at her mate’s hands.

Nymeria wasn’t sure what to do. Dead on her feet, dirty and bloody she just wanted to sleep. Afraid of the forest, she’d pushed herself. What she hoped to find, she didn’t know. A small shack, in the depths of this seemingly never ending woods, was not one of them.

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Nymeria didn’t know how she’d ended up inside. Now was she sure where the heavy blankets came from. All she knew was for the moment.. She was safe. The little nest she’d made of dirty blankets, tarps and other soft things were tucked into the back corner, hidden from view. Whimpering, she tried to ease the discomfort the best she could, while keeping her back from pressing against anything.

 

[Jinx03]

Nymeria was lucky to make it out before she could sustain any permanent damage, however, she was left with a scar, a memory she can not forget, a wound that can not heal. Things might be over for her for the time being but the people in the Villa were doomed to suffer the consequences. No one knew who had helped the girl escape but everyone had their own doubts and suspicions. One of the guards had his eyes on her and unfortunately for him, he spoke to some of his fellow guards about his desires. When Mr. Bradly is home heads will roll, that was precisely why the security team needed to work quickly.

They dispatched a search party with some of their best trackers. They did not inform him yet as they hoped to resolve it behind his back which was another fatal mistake. They interrogated the staff in an attempt to figure out who helped her and why. They needed any information that could help in their search. They needed to work fast, the clock was ticking, and once the time ran out. Someone needs to be blamed for what happened, or else they will all suffer a fate worse than death.

* * *​

Chase was relaxing on the chair near the crackling fire. He was consumed by the book, it had been the first romance book he read since he was a teenager. He never thought something so silly would be so alluring. He enjoyed every page as he went through it until his ears perked and his nose picked a foreign scent. Someone was close, who might they be? And what they would want with him? He wondered as he placed the book face down on the coffee table and got up to track the scent.

He was cautious not to make any noises as he made his way out of the backdoor holding a gasoline lantern. A few feet away there was a small shack he had used to store his finishing tools, some of his camping equipment, and medical supplies. Along some old blankets. It was not a neatly kept place whoever went there must be needing something or hiding from something. As he walked closer to the shack, his nose flared up, the scent was getting stronger. He felt his body react and within him an urge he had never felt before. He grumbled under his breath.

He had to act fast, he knew something was not right. He slowly opened the door and peered inside. There was nothing, no one yet the smell was coming from within. He had to go in, moving slowly through the shack. Another scent intermingled with the first. This one he knew all too well, the scent of blood. So, he is looking for a wounded omega... A girl. He deduced before shining the light at the furthest corner. His suspicions were confirmed, the low whimpering was coming from a girl lying atop a nest of dirty blankets. He almost grumbled at her only to feel something he never thought he ever would.

He rushed to her side setting aside the lantern. She was in bad shape, whatever had happened to her. His eyes closed as he had to calm his raging urges induced in him by her heat. It was intense, and he would need to tend to it but not now. He took a few deep breaths before exhaling slowly then opened his eyes. He spoke no words other than a simple hush. It was both comforting and commanding. His voice collected, giving off the vibes of someone who knew what he was doing. He reached for the back of her clothes and tore it open, revealing blood-soaked bandages. The smell of her blood filled the air as he gently cut through the bandages with his sharp claws.

Her back was covered in cuts and welts from the rough lashings she received while she was locked away at the Villa. His brows furrowed before getting up, he took the gasoline lantern with him as he rummaged for clean bandages and other medical supplies he would need. He went back to the wounded girl and kneeled beside her. He started by cleaning her wounds, then he applied the medical salve all over her back. Finally, he helped wrap her wounds with new bandages while making sure to not make her move more than necessary. He would then pick her up and rush to the main house. He then helped her into one of his shirts and laid her on the bed.

He grabbed a small incense and placed it near the bed on a small wooden cabinet. He let it burn which should help her relax. He would go out to grab his book, and he had so many questions that she needed to answer. He would sit outside the room reading the book while waiting for her to wake up.

 

[Bunny]

The light made her flinch and it took everything within Nymeria to not cry out in pain. Had they found her? Panic filled her eyes and she curled tighter. Fresh blood leaked from her back as her abused back was forced to stretch with the movement. If she was small enough, they couldn’t find her. If they couldn’t find her then they couldn’t hurt her. The logic was simple, child-like even. Though, who would blame her mind from finding such simple reasonings with what had been done to her?

He hushed her as he moved closer. He wasn’t anyone that Nymeria recognized. Even still as he reached for her she tried to pull away. In a corner though she could only retreat so far. When his hands touched her shirt she bit her lower lip, trying to not cry out as the blood soaked fabric ripped wetly. The bandages were also blood soaked and she felt them split like the shirt underneath his claws.

At some point she passed out while he tended to her wounds, slowly coming in and out of consciousness. She said nothing to him nor he to her. He worked methodically to clean and bandage her wounds once more.

Somewhere Nymeria took notice of how gentle he was with her. From the tending of her wounds to the way he lifted her into his arms. Careful of her back. Between the shed and the house she’d blacked out and only woke as he set her on the bed, helping her into his shirt. His scent permeated the bed as he laid her gently against it. Each breath she took was him. This stranger. This Alpha. It was slowly working its way into her mind to mean one thing. Safe. He was safe. This scent was safe.

Odd for her to put the two together like that maybe. She didn’t know him. His intentions. Yet.. as she fell asleep truly.. She felt it in her bones. It mingled with her body’s need to sleep had her succumbing to the blissful darkness.

Over the next forty eight hours Nymeria passed in and out of sleep. It ranged from restful to fretful. Dreams and nightmares mingling. Whenever she woke, he was near and it helped her fall back into slumber.

On the third day it was the warmth of the sun across her face that woke her. Warm and soothing at complete odds to how her body felt. She whimpered, softly, as she tried to stretch, pain rippling along her body.