Leah's POV
"What happened?" I pushed the door open and asked.
Sak was standing outside, accompanied by several security guards.
They all looked at me with fear.
And then, I saw a pool of blood on the floor.
I felt like I was struck by a giant bat in my face.
"What's going on?!" I grabbed Sak and asked. "Why is there a pool of blood on the floor?!"
"We can't find Miss Parrish, Miss Lewyn," Sak said in a low voice. "According to the waiter who was standing outside the lounge, someone bashed his head and he passed out. He couldn't remember anything that happened next. When he regained consciousness, he was lying in a pool of blood and Miss Parrish was gone."
"Gone?! What do you mean she's gone?! Did someone snatch her? Did she run away?! Did she get hurt?! Have you checked the surveillance video?!" I panicked.
Sak looked terrified and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Lewyn. But we don't have any surveillance cameras for this area of the club due to concerns about our customers' privacy..."
"So where is Laura now?! Where is my friend?!" I shouted at Sak.
"We're working on it, Miss Lewyn. We have shut all the doors. Nobody gets out of this club before we find Miss Parrish's whereabouts."
"How do you know she's still in your club?!" I stomped my feet and asked.
"We don't know, Miss Lewyn," Sak replied with a deadpan face. "But no one gets out before we figure out what really happened."
Clara's POV
I fucking hate darkness.
This fucking place is so creepy and Mick's such a fucking idiot to hire a fucking warehouse like this to do his fucking project.
I looked at the boxes of torture equipment the workers dragging into the warehouse and felt more than satisfied.
I will make sure all those fucking tools get in and out of that bitch Leah's ass tonight! I will make sure that Leah suffers.
"Where's Mick?" I asked the workers. "He's supposed to be here 15 minutes ago!"
The workers shook their stupid heads and said, "Don't know what you're talking about. We're just here for delivery."
"Fucking imbecile Omegas." I mumbled to myself and kicked one of the fucking boxes. Some tools dropped out of the boxes. I was too pissed to pick them up.
Why do Omegas even exist? They are like fucking cockroaches. They never really die. If I was the Lycan King, I would wage a wall and kill all the fucking Omegas in the world. That will certainly save me from dealing with the Leah problem tonight.
"Did you just call us imbeciles?" A worker flickered a cigarette on the floor and asked.
"Are you shooting porn here? A lot of good stuff you've got here." A worker took a glance at the equipment on the floor and said.
The other workers heard me and gathered. Then, before I knew it, I had already been cornered.
"Do you need some extras? We're more than happy to sacrifice ourselves for art." A worker said.
Everyone roared into laughter.
"Stay away from me! Fucking imbecile Omegas! Do you know who I am?! My brother is the Alpha of the White Walkers Pack! One call and he will send his army to this place and have you all killed!"
"Is this broad retarded or something? What the fuck she's blabbing about? Alpha, Beta, Omega shit? Is she fucking Greek or something?"
Mick's really an idiot! How could he find some fucking human beings to deliver for us?! Human beings are the worst! They have no fucking idea about the hierarchy system in our werewolf world!
The workers kept going on -
"She's dumb but she's hot. Look at her tits. Let's fuck her and make our own porn. We've got all the props here."
"Yes. Let her call the cops. By the time the cops arrive, we will already have taken our turns."
"I call the first dibs. Anyway, imbeciles like us will never have a chance to fuck an upper-class chick like you. So I say it's totally worth it. At least it will give us something to brag about in prison."
"Yeah, you're right. We do the crime, we do the time."
As they started to approach me, I realized that I couldn't really call my brother, because I can't really explain to him that I had plans to torture his ex-wife in a warehouse with Mick and who Mick is. That process will involve spending a considerable amount of time with my brother, and I just fucking hate it.
Shifting into a wolf would be the easiest thing to scare the shit out of human beings, but I wasn't strong enough to transform whenever I could. Plus, the Lycans hate werewolves exposing themselves in front of human beings. They would definitely ask my brother to lock me up. That will also involve spending a considerable amount of time with my brother, and I absolutely hate it.
So I guessed I had no other option but to punch some fucking faces.
I have always wanted to punch some fucking faces when I'm angry. That is something I don't hate.
And hell, I'm always angry.
"What the... What the fuck, Clara?! I thought we'd talked about this. You can't just punch people like this! They are not as strong as we do!" Mick shouted at me when he stepped into the warehouse.
"Fucking douchebags want to gang rape me! It's their lucky day that I didn't rip off their fucking dicks!" I bashed a fucking worker's head against the wall.
"Oh fuck! This is supposed to be our shooting site! Now everything is ruined! How am I supposed to do art when the whole floor is covered by blood, shit, and teeth?!" Mick looked exasperatedly at the bunch of losers rolling in pain on the ground.
"You're a fucking idiot, Mick! You're not supposed to ask fucking human beings to come here!" I shouted.
"They're just here for delivery! They're supposed to drop the stuff and leave! How the fuck am I supposed to know that you're going to start a fight with any living creatures that come into your sight?!" Mick waved his arms at the workers.
"I start a fight?! So they want to rape me and it's all my fault now?! Are you fucking kidding me?! It's my fault that they can't control their dicks!" I stepped on a man's arm and pressed my feet. He screamed at the top of his lungs.
Mick covered his face in distress. Then, he kicked the workers and shouted at them, "Go away! Will you?! Before some big bad wolves come and kill all of you!"
The workers fled the scene as fast as they could, rolling and crawling.
"Now what?!" I crossed my arms and stared at Mick. "Where's that fucking bitch Leah?"
"There." Mick pointed at the trunk of his car and said with a shit-eating grin on his face. "But you need to be careful. That bitch's really feisty. I had to tape her."
"Haha. Fucking bitch! Now you're in my possession and you aren't going anywhere..." I lifted the lid of the trunk.
And then I saw her, being wrapped up in tape like a mummy, twitching and struggling inside the trunk.
I couldn't see her face clearly because the tape covered her eyes and mouth, but I saw her hair.
And she had fucking red hair.
I screamed in anger at the loudest of my volume that I almost scared myself -
"Fuck! Mick! You've got only one fucking job to do! She's not Leah! Leah's brunette!"