Page 11 of Held By a Monster

It was no surprise when Drym spoke. “I’ll go.”

Kragen was shaking his head. “It’s hard enough to hide looking like we do. It’ll have to be Cavi or Quin. Their eyes are easiest to hide.”

Drym snarled, but in the end, relented. Before I knew it, Quin was leading me to the surface. As I passed Drym, he brushed my arm with the back of his hand.

“Be safe.”

I couldn’t speak past the lump in my throat, so I nodded. It had to be the trauma making me feel like my heart was being ripped from my chest as I walked further away.

Right?

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Kragen relented the dayafter she left and let me follow them. I was miserable and listening to me whine was making my brothers miserable. I was instructed to be smart, and the moment I thought I could no longer be smart, I was to get back to the cave.

I’d have agreed to gnawing my arm off if it meant I could see her again.

Just the sight of her calmed me. I spent three nights staring at her window. She lived on the fourth floor of an apartment building. Quin told me which one was hers. Then he pointed to an oak tree that would conceal me and give me an almost perfect view of her.

He said he didn’t tell her I was there, but each night before she turned off her lights, she stood at that window and looked out.

I knew why I couldn’t go to her. We couldn’t risk being exposed. Not until we knew whether the other supernaturals would accept us. The company behind our creation knew we were free. We knew they would try to capture us again. We were too valuable to them. The director would be furious we had escaped before they could truly field test our abilities.

They’d scheduled our first real mission. The scientists had brought in military commanders to watch us during an exercise. We could hear them talking about us with so much violent delight it turned our stomachs. One of them was so turned on, we could smell his arousal.

They said they were going to send us where no one would care about the people who died. We were to kill innocents, just to prove how effective we were. We knew we were weapons, that much was clear even before we’d learned what we were. Even though our treatment wasn’t soft or caring, we always thought we’d be working for the good guys. We appeased our conscience telling ourselves we’d be killing bad people. Ridding the world of evil.

We’d plotted our escape for years, but that day it became clear we needed to gain our freedom before we were sent on that mission.

Fog clouded my peripheral vision and I shook my head.

I took a deep breath and slowly let it out. I focused on Kendal’s window, remembering the feel of her soft curves beneath my hands and her warm cunt gripping my cock.

The fog receded.

The wind shifted, and an unfamiliar scent caught my attention. I scanned the area upwind until I caught movement. Something separated from the shadows and crept toward the building. Something that moved with supernatural speed and grace.

Each night, a different creature came. Kendal had called the police as soon as she was home. Quin was close enough to hear their conversation, and though she kept the part of monsters rescuing her to herself, she let enough hints drop about unexplained happenings to get the attention of any supernatural monitoring.

The next day, she called a therapist and let even more details drop. She said she suspected her kidnappers had drugged her, giving her hallucinations to explain seeing werewolves and dragons. Clearly it worked.

Quin was inside, in a small maintenance alcove on the same floor as Kendal. I knew whatever crept toward her, wouldn’t make it by him.

I dropped out of the tree anyway, my movements faster, quieter, and more precise than its had been. I stayed downwindand far enough behind, it never saw me. The others had turned and left after standing in the lobby for a few minutes.

This one went directly to her floor. I waited as it paused in front of Kendal’s door, nodding to Quin as he stepped into view.

The creature was small, and even though it had speed and its movements were fluid, it seemed little threat. No claws, no apparent fangs. If it weren’t for the smell, it would seem human. A rather oddly shaped human, with long arms and short legs, but human enough to not garner undue attention. It stepped up to her door and rapped twice with its fist.

I leaned forward, balancing my weight, ready to spring if need be.

The door opened and then stopped, held to a small crack by a length of chain. My nostrils filled with Kendal’s scent and my focus narrowed.

“Yes?”

Her voice was clear, strong. She sounded better than she had before, and she looked healthier from what little I could see.

“I understand you have questions about things you might have seen. There are proper channels for having such questions answered. Protocols that must be followed. You understand?”

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