Kidnapped by my Mate

Beauty

Wanda

I had expected a lot when I was taken out of the meeting room, but not what actually happened.

When I was back in the room where I had woken up, there was a knock on my door.

Huh? Did they suddenly have manners?

In came a young woman about my age.

"Hi, I'm Stacey." The woman said, smiling broadly at me.

What was wrong with her? Why was she grinning at me, like the cheshirecat? It was clear that I was locked up and held against my will here.

"I'm here to make you pretty." Stacey said to me.

Huh? What the...?

"Listen, I'm just doing my job here, if you give me any trouble, Xavier outside the door will just drug you or tie you up."

Stacey's voice had changed completely, from sweet to angry.

Had she completely lost it? Did she seriously expect me to be grateful that I wasn't drugged?

I crossed my arms in front of my chest and huffed.

"You want it the hard way?" She asked me challengingly.

"You do realize that I'm being held here against my will, right?" I asked her.

"I'm well aware of that." She said.

"And that's okay with you? We women should help each other and not support the kidnapper." I said angrily. For a moment, she looked at me sadly, as if I had really gotten through to her. The next moment, however, the expression was gone again and she looked at me blankly.

"Even if I wanted to help you, my hands are tied." She said quietly.

What did they have on her?

"All right, what do you have to do now?" I asked her.

"Come with me, I have a studio here. Damien wants you to get dolled up." Stacey said and went to the door, which opened after a quick knock.

We stepped out and this time I memorized the way, since I was walking and not hanging upside down, it was easier.

We had taken a different route than last time and after a few minutes we stood in front of a door.

Stacy opened it and we stepped into a room that was set up like a hairdressing salon.

"Have a seat." She said to me.

Stacey hadn't promised too much when she had talked about a makeover. She applied a glossy toner, cut my hair, gave me a facial, did my make-up and blow-dried my long blonde hair into big curls. She highlighted my blue eyes even more with eye shadow and there was not a single imperfection left on my face.

I looked like I was about to go to a photo shoot or a runway and not like I'd been kidnapped. When Stacey was finished, she gave me a dress to wear. It was black and tight-fitting, it reached down to the floor and I felt terribly overdressed in it.

Xavier, my personal escort, grabbed my arm as I came out of the door, he led me down a corridor and through a door into a large dining room.

The table was set for two and he sat me down on one of the two chairs. While we waited for the second person, he didn't take his eyes off me. Suddenly I had the feeling again that I was being watched. I looked around secretly and tried to find out why, but found nothing.

The door opened and Damien walked in, his expression angry. An scent floated in with him, it was fleeting but it was the most amazing I had ever smelled. It smelled of earth, musk and man. I greedily inhaled the smell and wanted more of it, but when the door was closed again, the scent was gone too.

Damien sat in front of me and grinned mischievously at me.

"You look good." He said to me.

I didn't answer him, which only deepened his grin.

"You wanted to know earlier today what to expect next week, do you still want to know?" He asked.

I nodded, it was better to know what was coming than to wait and be taken by surprise. If I knew what was coming, I could prepare and plan my escape.

"Good, I love it when I see the fear in their eyes, the same fear I will soon see in yours." He said, looking like the devil.

"I was paid to get you and break you. Your buyer wants you.... well, let's say a little calmer and more submissive."

What an ass!

"You'll spend the next 7 days wishing you were dead and when I've broken you, your owner will pick you up and keep you as his compliant plaything. I know you'll talk yourself into it and think that I won't break your spirit. But I will, just like I did with all the others before you. There are certain rules, I must not disfigure you or scar you permanently. Nor will I rape you. But you will be picked up here with broken bones." His words made me nauseous and even though I hated to admit it, I was scared. I tried not to show it, but Damien was a werewolf too and I was sure he had seen the flicker of fear in my eyes. His grin certainly suggested that.

"What does this person want from me?" I asked to distract myself from my fear.

"Well, I think what everyone wants. Love. He wants me to break you so he can put you back together the way he wants you to be." Damien said almost sympathetically.

"Is it the same buyer who wanted Mary?" I asked, to which Damien laughed.

"Oh no. I was supposed to get Mary so that she could be used to breed lots of ivory-colored pups, which was ultimately ruined by your cousin. You, on the other hand, were ordered for your beauty." He said to me.

My beauty?

"You met Stacey today, she's going to style you again in a week like today, your buyer was here today and was very happy with the styling. He also wanted you to be pampered again today before your personal hell begins tomorrow."

What?

"Am I not supposed to be grateful for that now?" I hissed at Damien.

The next moment my face flew to the side as his hand hit me.

His blow had been violent and would definitely still be visible tomorrow.

I turned to him angrily.

"Don't be so ungrateful." He shouted at me.

"You ass! I didn't ask to be kidnapped! And I certainly won't be grateful for anything you do!"

I shouted back, which earned me another fierce slap in the face.

"You can eat now, I'll leave you alone before I break my promise not to touch you today. Tomorrow the fun begins." He said angrily and left the room.