Chapter 15

Maris' eyes twitched, followed by her fingers then whispers erupted around her.

"She's moving." A faint voice muttered. It wasn't a familiar one.

Slowly, Maris unlatched her eyes with an unclear vision. She turned her head and glanced around, her vision becoming better the harder she tried to look. Finally, she could get a clear image of the people around her.

Suddenly, her breathing intensified as she saw three hyenas staring owlishly at her, their faces too close to her body.

"Where am I?" She raised her head up immediately and they moved back. "Ouch!" She winced when she felt a slight headache spreading through her head. "What did you guys do to me?"

She attempted nursing her head, but couldn't–there was something holding her wrist and she drifted her gaze down to see belt like straps clutching her wrist like a bracelet to the wooden bed they had laid her on.

"What's this?" She asked, struggling to get out of the bed.

"You don't want to bruise yourself now, do you?" Dick strutted towards her with his hands interlocked at his back, his feet dragging sluggishly on the floor.

Maris clenched her jaw, her face mirroring disgust.

"You should work more on your gait." She spat and Dick's forehead puckered.

"Why not let me work on your mouth instead!" Dick growled, raising his fist in the air in an attempt to forget it on her face.

"Dick!" The man who had ordered them to pick Maris up earlier exclaimed and all heads snapped to his direction. "Do I have to keep singing that we need her alive?"

Dick's fist hung in the air before he slowly brought it down, staring daggers at Maris as she bit down a laugh.

"You think this is funny, er?" Whispered Dick, "Just wait till we use you for the ritual."

His last words stung Maris and she stared at him with cow eyes and said, "What do you mean by ritual?"

"You'll find out when your gut has been ripped into pieces." He spat, caging Maris' heart in fear. "Annoying thing."

With that, he walked out of the place and earned a slap at the back of his head from his master. Maris would have snigger, but she was scared stiff. Was this the end of her or would Logan find her? She bit her bottom lip and hope sprouted in her heart. Definitely, he'd find her... After all, she was his consort.

"Okay, unstrap the girl so we can keep moving. I'm sure we're not the only ones that wants to rule the world so they must be searching for her!" His master clapped and they gathered around her, taking off the belt straps and setting her down on the floor.

She shifted her gaze from left to right then decided to do something drastic. She took in a deep breath and sprinted, but luck wasn't on her side–she was jumped on by many men that gave off the disgusting odour of stale sweat.

"Ugh!" She exclaimed, wrinkling her nose and holding her breath.

"Don't run or you may die," whispered the master of werehyenas as he sank his fingers into her hair and gripped it.

"You're hurting me..." She cried, trying to remove his hand.

"I had no intentions to do that till you tried to escape."

With that, he released her hair and pushed her violently that her face would have kissed the floor if not for her stamina. He tied her hands with a chain and pulled her like a dog.

They kept walking, pulling Maris each time she stopped to rest. Her throat was dry and her breathing was becoming a little hard.

"Water." She demanded, eyes glued to the short man in front of her.

A water bottle was handed to her and she downed the whole thing, wiping her lips with the back of her palm.

"Keep moving, guys."

"I need to pee." She stopped and crossed both legs, chewing the insides of her mouth.

"Keep moving!" Dick yelled.

Maris shifted her weight from one leg to the other, dancing around like she'd urinate on her body.

"I really need to go." She whined and Dick rolled his eyes.

The werehynas master ordered them to stop. Dick took her to the back of a particular bush, unchained her hands and gestured for her to ease herself.

"Not in front of you." She frowned.

"Then it seems you are not pressed."

"Turn around or something."

"No." He grinned like the Cheshire cat and she wrinkled her face in disgust then pulled down her panties from under her dress.

"Asshole." She mumbled under her breath and squat to pee.

Instantly, there was a loud shout and Maris flinched. She got to her feet immediately and pulled her panties up. Dick spun, a deep frown creased his eye brows.

"Ha!" Their voices were loud and it sounded like a fight had started.

A smile graced her cupid bow lips as her heart flipped. It must be Logan. He had found her and was there to save her.

"Logan!" She screamed joyfully, running into the fight scene.

Her face dropped and her lips were primed. Her heart broke into tiny pieces when she saw a strange brown skinned man with brown locks on his head, holding a crossbow in his hand and shooting out arrows to werehyenas.

"Okay, maybe this is a friend of Logan and he's probably somewhere around." She glanced around, scanning the area for Logan, but he was no where to be found.

"And where do you think you're going?!" Dick grabbed her from behind, tightening his grip around her waist.

"Let me go!" She struggled.

In one insane second, a werehyena jumped on locks man from behind and so did many others. His cross bow was taken from him–he was released and pushed into the large circle they had made. Maris kept struggling with Dick as he dragged her into the circle–his hands still around her waist.

The struggling caused the hand of Maris' shirt to roll up, revealing her arm.

"The mark!" They all yelled with horrified faces.

"What mark?" Chorused Maris, locks man and Dick.

Dick scrutinized her from head to toe and yelled, "Mommy!"

Suddenly, they turned on their heels and pivoted out of the place, their legs touching the back of their heads.

"What just happened?" Maris blinked rapidly.