Caged in with a [not so wild] beast || betawithascarf
Yeah, okay, so the kidnapping seemed to be becoming a thing, he thought as he looked around the cage, hands cuffed to two of the bars, bruises blooming on his face and other parts of his body.
Stiles wasn't even sure why they had put him in here this time, or who exactly they were, but most Hunters had the habit of talking to their victims, like all evil people in the movies. Really, most of them seemed to use those movies for inspiration.
It was half an hour later, Stiles had tried to move around, before deciding to save his energy for now, his wrists already raw from the hassle, when someone finally entered the room.
" There's the little Red. " The man smirked as he walked up to the cage and really ? Could he get any more cliche ? " You know, we were most disappointed when you didn't offer us any information in our last two sessions, you know ? We thought you would finally realize that those monsters only mean trouble, but you have proven that you are beyond saving. " Now the guy sneered at him, even going as far as spitting at his feet.
Yeah, those were reaaally not the nice kind of hunters. They had spend the last day, at least he thought he had been only out a few hours, beating him up, trying to bring him down with words too, so he would confess the secrets of the pack and they could get them. It didn't matter to them that none of them had done anything bad, or that htey were involved with humans. They only saw the beasts and it made Stiles hate them and wish they would get killed by a pack just for their arrogance and stupidness. Totally a word by the way. "Fuck you. People like you are the real monsters. " He said with a glare at the other, refusing to be afraid of him. No matter what happened, Stiles knew he wouldn't say anything. " If you know that I am not gonna sing, what will you do then ? They will be here soon, they probably already know something is wrong. "
And then the guy laughed. He actually laughed right in his face. Stiles had only known him as a stern man, easy to anger, and quick to defend his believes. This was a lot more scary.
" Oh boy, we know that already. And we have planned something else. After this, you will be dead, and the hunters in town will have no choice but to help us kill the pack. " He said, a smirk on his face that was so disturbing it could as well have been the devils. This was not okay, something was wrong here.
Before he could ask about it though, the door opened, and a very familiar figure was dragged in. " No. " He gasped, staring at Isaac. Whatever they had planned, it couldn't be good. For either of the two.