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The man had taken Sebastion back to his apartment, knowing the wolf would sleep it off fairly quick. Alysa, though, he wasn't sure how fast she'd be waking up.

So therefore, once the prince was put to bed, Guard Dog hefted the unconscious woman up the elevator, and through to his apartment. Which happened to be two doors down from Sebastion's.

He threw the woman into a chair, bound and gagged her as best he could for a werewolf.

His phone rang after he was done, and unfortunately it meant it was the boss. So he left her tied and went to his bedroom to answer the call.
 
Groaning when tossed into a chair, Alysa did her best to fight through the haze and wake up. Her head hurt so much and as her unconscious state dwindled, she couldn't remember anything beyond being slammed into the ground. Ugh, had he taken her along with him? Struggling in the restraints, she growled and slowly slid open her eyes. Grimacing, Alysa shut her eyes again for a few minutes before opening them up again. Fighting again in an attempt to get free, she briefly tasted blood and hoped nothing vital had been broken.

"Mrffff..." Snarling, she bit on the gag, trying to get it out of her mouth. She didn't see anyone but could hear talking coming from the bedroom. Well, this was the first time that she remembered being in this predicament. Awkward.

"Moothfucrrr..." She mumbled, tugging harder on the bindings. Alysa was going to shift and rip that bastard's throat out!
 
".. Yeeh, sounds like me guest is wakin' up. Ya want me ta finish it or do ya want me ta hold her for a bit, Boss?"

He looked around the corner, grinning wickedly at Alysa. "Answers, got it. We'll see wot I can get out of the wee lass." He listened to whoever was on the other end for a few more minutes before hanging up.

"So, yer Rowan's daughter eh? Ta bad 'e's 'bout a million pieces scattered across the city, now ain't it?" He chuckled darkly, moving to his counter in front of Alysa. "Ya 'ungry? I'm absolutely starvin'. Wots sounds good, ya think hm?" He raised an eyebrow. "Wot's the matter, eh? Cat's got yer tongue? Ah! That's right. I forgot, my apologies." He went back and cut the gag off her before very gently pressing the back of the knife to her throat. "Could slice ya up a steak, eh? Maybe a bit of some.. Shoulder, hm..?" He slid it down towards her shoulder.

He then chuckled darkly and moved to his fridge.
 
Her eyes narrowed as she listened in on the fucker's conversation. Would Sebastion's father come to finish her off? After what Sebastion told her, she was beginning to regret her choices. Speaking of the caged bird... where was he? Looking around, she didn't see him and hoped nothing had happened. Part of her was happy he wasn't here to see that his warnings had gone on deaf ears, but on the other hand, it'd be nice to be rescued. Wrinkling her nose up, still trying to get the gag off, she snarled when he grinned wickedly against her. The hell she'd be giving any answers to scum like him. She didn't even trust him to do a deal with her. No, he would stab her in the back while smiling at her face.

Prick

When Rowan was brought up, the fiesty redhead rolled her eyes. Yes, such a shame he was in a million pieces. She was absolutely torn up about it. Alysa snorted and stared up at the bastard when he started talking about being starving. Rolling her eyes again, she flicked her eyes away from him when he teased her and she sighed as heavily as she could while still being gagged. When he finally it away, she spat it out even as he pressed the blade against her neck briefly.

"I have wasted no time mourning the loss of Rowan. Quit being a bastard and get on with shit. If you know who my father is, you know I'm used to worse." She did tense up briefly when he slid the knife toward her shoulder before moving to the fridge.

"Where is Sebastion?"
 
"Yer prince is in another castle, sleeping off the beatin' I gave 'im. 'e'll probably be a while afore sleepin' beaut wakes up." He chuckled, slamming the raw meat on the counter. He pulled another carving knife from the block, and began to slice the meat up with precision. "Nah, figured wot info yer prince gave us 'bout ya, you'd 'ave no love loss there." He snickered.

"Wot I wanna know though, is..." He walked over to her with a piece of raw meat held between the knife and his thumb. "Where is yer father's money. See, 'e owed the boss quite a bit of money for product 'e bought. An' well, seein' 'e's dead and all.." He bit the raw meat off the knife and ate it, placing the knife tip just under her chin. "Yer the next best thing, eh?"
 
Did he beat Sebastion more after knocking her out? It wouldn't surprise her and she growled angrily at him, struggling once again against the bindings that held her. Her eyes remained locked on his movements, just waiting for him to fuck up. When he did, she was going to take him out and break his neck! That's what he deserved and she was all about giving just desserts to people. Wait, just what did Sebastion tell them about the Scions? She sighed overly dramatically, realizing it didn't matter what had been told. However, it was a little funny that no matter how hard Rowan tried to keep her adoption under wraps, people still found out. Served him right.

"You're so annoying..." Muttering in irritation, Alysa tried to ignore his actions with the raw meat and the knife. It was a little unnerving and gross and her brow arched almost immediately at the mention of Rowan's money. If only she knew, she wouldn't be struggling to leave the city. Dick.

"Why the fuck would I tell a disgusting slob like you anything about Rowan's money?" She growled and tried to ignore the knife tip that was now pressed under her chin.

"Sorry that your boss wasn't smart enough to get the money before my father was murdered. What a pity."
 
He shrugged slightly, the tip just barely pressing into her skin that her chin might start bleeding. "'Cause.." He said, caressing the back of the knife down her chin, her throat, her chest before pointing the tip just at her heart. "We're gonna get it out of ya. One way or another." He said quietly, threats dripping with every word.

"What a pity, indeed. The sins of father are the sins of the daughter, after all." He chuckled darkly. "Can make ya a workin' girl mayhaps. I didn't hurt yer pretty face that bad. Course, some like a bag over the 'ead." He grinned. "Should ask yer prince about tha when ya get the chance. See 'ow much 'e recommends goin' down that route. I betcha 'e'd tell ya to just 'and over the money after all, girl."

He stood up and moved back to the counter to slice more meat off. "Though you'd prolly pay off the debt by the time yer.. Two hundred, maybe..?" He snorted. "'ow goods yer regeneration, girl?" He seemed genuinely interested in that answer.
 
Hissing when she felt the tip of the blade making what was probably not a huge significant cut into her chin, the sound came from anger, not pain. She had quite a high self-esteem and knew that she was gorgeous and if he fucked that up, she would make him eat his balls. Her body tensed up just a little when he moved the knife a little more sensually than she liked down to her chest. Did this guy get off on this shit? Her breathing was all of a sudden not as deep as it had been, not particularly enjoying having the tip at her heart. One thrust forward and she would more than likely die. Could she regenerate if that happened or would it kill her?

"Adopted daughter. Sins don't transfer, so sorry..." Aysa's voice was soften than she preferred and her eyes stared defiantly into his. "I'll kill you and anyone that tries to touch me if you even try making me a working girl, you disgusting pig. I already know what Sebastion is going to say and stop calling him my prince. You have no idea what you're even talking about." Scoffing, she tugged harder on the binds as he walked over to get more meat, though she did pause at his question.

"That is none of your fucking business. Let me go before you regret it." She scowled, trying to bluff since her regeneration was pretty good and she didn't need him testing that theory.
 
"Oh, blood dun matter. Yer name is on the paper and ya stayed around, didn't ya? Yer inherited all 'is problems. Fair warnin' though. Boss ain't the only one lookin' for ya. Not everybody knows its yew, but I don't reckon it will take much to figure out." He chuckled, eating another piece of raw meat. "Yer father owed a lot. There are some that's less kind of leavin' ya alive than the others." He waved the knife around in a general motion.

"See, if were up to me.. An' I'm guessin' you got a bit of a good recovery seein' all the torment ya claim yew when through with yer father.. I'd chain ya down and sell yer organs. One piece at a time, just enough to keep ya alive. 'ave you regen them, and sell 'em off again." He grinned wickedly at her.

"But the boss, eh.. 'E 'as a soft spot for women, ya see. 'e'll make sure ya nice an' broke in 'afore it's all said 'n done." A dangerous gleam came to his eye. "An' trust me. Ya ain't killin' me." He walked over to her, holding out a piece of raw meat for her. "Want some?"
 
"Hm, never knew he put anything down on paper officially. I never asked either, because I didn't really care. He wasn't what I would call a father, though he sounds almost like a saint compared to Sebastion's dad. Regardless, I'm not paying shit for him and no one is going to use me or touch me. I don't play nice and you do not scare me." Alysa was pretty good at bluffing and while Jason scared her much more than this guy, this bastard was starting to unsettle her. Maybe it was the fact that she quickly knew what to expect out of Jason and this fucker was a loose cannon. Growling once again, she knew if she didn't get free, either way, she wasn't going to like what was going to happen to her.

"No one is going to break me... and you sure as shit ain't chaining me down." Spitting at him and the raw meat when offered at her, she tried to keep her nerves calm but fuck she hated that look in his eye.

"I'm going to kill you slowly and painfully. Maybe I'll take your other eye."
 
He began to chuckle, his laughter boiling over in a crescendo that echoed through the halls of his apartment. He wiped the spit from his face before licking the meat and eating it.

"Ye ever seen a werebadger, lass?" He said, still chuckling. "That's the last creature tha' came close to killin' me. It only cost me eye." He grinned wickedly. "Trust me. We'll break ya. An' ya'll pay wots due."

He began to hum to himself, standing up and moving to behind her. The noise of him rummaging through either a bag something similar could be heard.
 
It was a shame she wasn't a werebadger. It'd probably really come in handy, especially in times like this. His laughter made her uneasy, well more than she was already feeling and Alysa made a face when he licked the meat before eating it. Gross. Why was he just so nasty? Yeah, he was more insane than Jason and that did not bode well for her. She couldn't even beat Jason, what made her think she'd survive this? She just needed to get loose and bail the fuck out of the front door or window. Whichever she could reach before he got her.

"You think highly of yourself. I am not an easy lass to break. Rowan and Jason taught me well how to withstand torture." Alysa hated that he had moved behind her and while she listened to him digging through something, the Scion once again fought against whatever was being used to keep her tied up.

"Just let me go and we'll call things even."
 
He was still humming, ignoring her now. He seemed almost giddy.

"Ah, here it is-" He said, the obvious smile upon his face clear in his tone. He then walked around, and without waiting for her to realize he was back, he jabbed a syringe into her thigh. The injection would burn, and Alysa would start to feel its effects almost immediately as the world would start to swim. The normally lethal cocktail of drugs for normal people, would simply make her sleep for the rest of the night.

"Nighty night~" He grinned.
 
His humming was irritating and jacking with her train of thought. Just what in the hell was he searching for anyway? Trying to look over her shoulder at him which was pretty difficult, she was not thrilled that he found whatever it was he had been looking for. The anticipation was irksome and she was about to say something when he suddenly jammed a needle of unknown liquid into her thigh.

"FUCKER!" Screaming out as the unwelcome burning sensation set in, the redhead jerked a little before being forced to close her eyes. The obnoxious wavering of her vision was already making her nauseous and no matter how hard she fought to keep alert, it was too much. Groaning, she dropped her head forward, passing out without another word.
 
Daylight would come soon enough, and Guard Dog was still humming away. His guest had been out the entire time, and he'd been able to get a right nap and a shower too. Lucky him.

Now he was cleaning his knives. You had to maintain them just right for them to continue to serve proficiently. Sharpen them at the wrong angle? You've ruined the whole knife. Not maintain the oil in the blade and handle? The blade becomes too brittle. No, you needed to maintain them regularly, he thought.

His phone goes off in the bedroom and he groans as he stands to go make the report, closing the door behind him.
 
Vaguely hearing a phone going off, Alysa tried to shut off what she thought was her alarm only to realize she couldn't move. Struggling in the restraints, she realized that she was still tied up to the damn chair. That fucking asshole... what did he even inject into her. Groaning, she slowly slid open her eyes, feeling like absolute shit. It had been such a long time since she felt this horrible and she struggled to raise her head. The room swam and Alysa dropped her head back down with a soft whine.

"Fucker..." Alysa grumbled and closed her eyes briefly before opening them again. After a couple of tries, she finally managed to lift her head and ignoring the slight blurriness, looked around the room to see where the bastard was at. At least she didn't throw up. That much was a plus. He better not try that shit again though or ... well... first things first. She needed to get free.
 
The front door silently swung open, Sebastion peeking around the edge of the door. He looked worse for wear, his face black and blue in various states of healing. He closed the door behind him in silence and walked over to where Alysa sat. He looked down at her, ruby hues unreadable as he leaned against the counter, his hands in his pocket.

"You should have listened to me." He said, barely above a whisper.
 
Frowning at the sight of Sebastion, she felt her anger rising yet again. Squashing it down, Alysa studied him silently, taking in his bruises while he leaned against the counter. What could she say? She knew he was right, but what he didn't understand was that there was just something in him that kept her from just walking away as he was beaten. Attempting to shrug, she sighed deeply and shifted just a little in the chair.

"I know... I just couldn't. It's fine... I can take it. I am used to being thrashed." Alysa also kept her voice low, not wanting them to be overheard. "Your dad wants Rowan's money... it's fine."
 
"Yeah. I know. So does half the underworld of this city. Thing is, you don't have it, but you have assets my father will use to get his money. I'm sure Ragar told you all there is to know about that." He nodded his head over to the bedroom. "So no, it isn't fine."

He stood back up, pulling a knife from his pocket. He winced as he moved, cutting the binds from her hands. He then offered the knife to have her cut the remaining bindings. "And don't try to put this in him. You will die. Horridly."
 
"His fucking name is Ragar? Are you kidding me?" Snorting, Alysa rolled her eyes and did a half-shrug again. Sebastion didn't understand why she was saying all was fine. She probably had worse from Jason and Rowan and wasn't about to just leave him in this situation. Why was he being so stubborn anyway? They could run away together and not have to worry about this shit anymore. Oh hell, her purse was back at the club. Fucking great.

"It is fine, Sebastion. I can take anything they throw at me. Yes, dickface did tell me what assets I have that your father could use, but it isn't going to get to that point. Stop worrying about me and worry about yourself. Fucking look in the mirror. He did a number on you and he needs to pay for that. He can't just go around beating on people." Alysa hadn't even realized he cut her hands free before finally noticing the knife he was offering to her.

"I'm going to ram it into his remaining eye." She cut her legs free and slid to her feet, popping her neck with a wince. Her face and head hurt a lot more than she expected.
 
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