C8 7: Caught and Jailed

Caught and Jailed

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POV: Tamara Davis

Tamara woke up with a tremendous headache – her temples throbbed in pain, and she kept her eyes shut tightly. Flashes of what had happened to her immediately woke her senses up.

She got up in an instant with wide eyes and her vision spun for her sudden move – so she instantly shut her eyes to collect herself and opened it again. She was welcomed with a stinky smell of dead rodents. Her stomach churned and she almost gagged – she covered her nose as she looked around.

She was now sitting on the cold and filthy floor – thank God she didn’t see any rodents around making it tolerable for her or else she would really freak out – but it still stinks though.

She was like in a prison cell with brick walls – well, it was more like a box with locked rustic metal bars enclosing the cage where she was jailed.

Jailed?!

She blinked her eyes and unbelievably stared at the metal bars.

She remembered her parents, then, Benson – who became a wolf! Chills went down her spine as she remembered that and how she was almost attacked by a huge bad wolf and was saved by an auburn furred one.

Tamara held her throbbing temple. Then, she tended to an unfamiliar man, who had just left without her knowing and…

Her eyes widened in a mix of anxiety and fear when she remembered an extremely huge black wolf that appeared in front of her, and everything went black. Her heart hammered in terror as the hair at the back of her neck stood.

“What the heck was that?” She grumbled under her breath – as she recollected herself as to what happened.

She once again looked around her – making sure that she was the only one there. She wouldn’t know what to do if a massive wolf suddenly jumped at her.

She shivered at that thought.

Good thing, she was the only one there.

But wasn’t it odd that she was there?

Where is she?

What happened to her?

Who sent her there?

Was it the large black wolf?

Damn it!

Tamara suddenly panicked and took a swift glimpse towards her whole body and heaved a deep sigh – at least she was okay – she was alive and kicking.

She couldn’t help but feel so confused.

But at least she was alright. She wasn’t hurt. And she felt nothing – she had no wounds.

‘Thank goodness!’ She mentally thought.

However, she still didn’t know what happened and where she was.

She stood up with the entire length of her body trembling, and she gradually walked towards the metal bars – looking at possible people she could talk to – to at least ask for help.

She bit her lower lip to stifle her shaking nerves.

The deafening silence was too much to bear. It was as if there was something scary – or dangerous – behind that kind of silence.

Tamara swallowed the lump in her throat. Even amidst its dryness – she must do her very best to do something, the least. She must find a way – there must be a way – to how she could get out of this prison.

The rays of the sun from the high windows – almost touching the ceiling – make her see the unlit torches along the pathway.

Her eyes glittered with hope as she looked at the guard, who was standing like a statue near the main door.

‘Finally, we are talking!’ She thought of hope – as she felt like it.

Because she must think that way. She must hope – despite what happened. She still has a lot of questions unanswered – and she wouldn’t rest until she had already learned those answers herself.

“Hey! Where am I? Can you get me out? I don’t know why I’m here!” She pleaded as she tried to speak coherently.

Her hands shook the metal bars as if she could break through it to at least get the guard’s attention. She was trying to get some sounds out of it – maybe, the guard couldn’t hear her.

However, she didn’t get any reaction at all – nor a quick glance in her place. He was just standing like a cemented sculpture and was deaf to her pleads.

Damn it!

She couldn’t stop herself from cursing inside her head.

‘Is he really a statue or something?!’ She was becoming a bit impatient and furious already.

How come he wasn’t answering her? Or even taking a swift glance?

She knew that he could hear her. It was impossible not to. But why?

Tamara swallowed hard – as seconds passed by… And her hope was slowly worn out. Her emotions were already towering over her.

“Hey!” Her voice cracked for her unshed pathetic tears.

Tamara swallowed the lump in her throat as she tried to yell again – this time a little bit louder.

“Don’t you hear me? I said-”

But she was clearly cut off by loud and enraged howls – coming from the numerous prison cells that echoed in the entire room.

She was stunned at where she was standing. She couldn’t see what it was, but she had a tiny little clue what they could be. Her heartbeat hitched and her eyes widened as chills crept at the hair on the back of her neck, making her shiver in so much fear.

A loud and maddening snarl from the guard, who was just standing in front, made the enraging howl into weakened and frightened whimpers until it ended with a raucous silence – again.

She couldn’t move by what she just saw and heard. It was making her maddeningly crazy. She couldn’t comprehend what the heck had happened.

A low chuckle brought her senses back and snapped her eyes to where it came from – a man was comfortably sitting in the floor, leaning his head at the back of his hand while his elbows were resting on his thigh. He was in the other prison, facing her and smugly looking at her. Her blood boiled in just a mere sight of him – like he was mocking her or something – and she hated it.

‘Who was this man?’ She mentally thought – as she gritted her teeth.