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When he woke up, he didn’t know where he was. It was dark, even when his eyes started adjusting to the room was still dimly lit, enough so that he could only see a silhouette, he squinted to try and focus in but the figure was already moving closer.
“Glad to see you’ve finally awaken Stiles.”
And with that, the memories of the previous 24 hours came rushing back to him.
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It all started as a typical Friday. Stiles was researching a new threat in the pack’s territory, no one had come into contact or even seen her, but they knew that it was someone with supernatural powers. He was content with reading the old books but Scott called him in to help the pack investigate the lead they had on their enemy in the forest.
“Dude you know I hate field work,” Stiles was complaining while they drove to meet the rest of the group.
Scott shrugged, apparently the threat was more serious than they assumed and they needed all the hands they could get. “Yeah we just use you for your jeep.” He grinned at Stiles who punched him in the arm. “Ooh Stillinski that felt like a tap, it’s time to start pumping some iron.”
Stiles scoffed, “You and your stupid werewolf strength.”
When they got there the rest of the pack had already assembled so Scott immediately transformed and ran off into the forest with the others. Stiles sighed and grabbed the book he had on sorcery and ran after them. Thinking back to it, it’s all their fault for leaving the human by himself.
Stiles ran while taking note of the marks on the trees and simultaneously trying to flip through the pages of the book to find more information on their enemy when a blast of something hit him. Then it all went dark.
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The figure had come close enough now so that Stiles could now identify it as a she, and based on the marking on her arms and hands, he could tell she was a sorceress. She was tall, and had auburn hair, apart from that, she looked like a regular person. “So is this the part where you tell me your evil plan?” He asked.
She smiled and walked closer so that she was an inch away from his face, “Oh no, I have much better plans in store for you.”
Stiles raised his eyebrows, “Let me guess, I’m to be your permanent sex slave?”
Chuckling, the sorceress put a hand on his shoulder, “Oh honey, by the time I’m done with you, no one’s going to want you as their sex slave.” She squeezed and Stiles world went dark again.
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When he woke up again he was in a different room and tied to a chair, dressed in a butlers uniform. He saw her standing in front of him, a slight smile on her face. “You need to stop doing that.” He groaned, everything was sore and his head hurt.
“I’m sorry about that dear, it’s just that I needed to make sure you wouldn’t squirm during your fitting.” She smiled back.
“So am I supposed to be your butler then? That’s gonna be hard to do while I’m tied to this chair. I also don’t even know who you are.” Stiles retorted, getting a bit annoyed his friends hadn’t found him by now. They had werewolf enhanced senses and they couldn’t find him?
“Oh how rude of me. I am Bethana, leading member of the eighth trinity coven because my other two sisters were killed by the werewolves you associate yourself with. I was simply going to kill them off one by one, but after seeing you, I decided I wanted you instead as my prize. I’ve charmed the collar to prevent you from escape and it also cloaks this location from your pack.” She said, all with a calm smile on her face.
It was then that Stlies noticed the leather collar around his neck. He frowned, “They’re gonna find me, and when they do, get ready for some fucking revenge lady.”
Bethana laughed and then leaned closer so that their faces nearly touched. “By the time I’m done with you Stiles, I’ll have stripped you of your identity so you won’t even want to go back.”