After Scott, who was supposed to be Stiles' best friend starts drifting away after the whole thing with the nogitsune, and then Noah starts ignoring Stiles, then Derek not taking their relationship seriously, he decides to leave Beacon Hills, sendin...
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❝Great minds are always feared by lesser minds❞ - Dan Brown
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The sound of water dripping is what wakes Stiles, the noise sounding so close yet so far.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
A groan slips from Stiles' lips as his eyes slowly opens, they narrow, trying to adjust to the darkness. When it does, he feels like the room is spinning.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
"Oh, good, you're awake."
Stiles lifts his head, which is proven difficult because it feels heavy. As another groan slips from lips, the pain in his head begins. It pulses in pain, matching with his slow heart beat.
As he finally manages to keep his head up, he tries to focus his eyes, but the figure in front is still moving along with the room.
"W-where am I?" Stiles croaks out, his tongues darts out and laps over his dry and cracked lips.
"Tsk, you're not even fully awake, what a pity." The voice scoffs out.
Stiles' head drops again seemingly too heavy for him to keep up again, he tries to pull his arms in but it's proven difficult.
"You can't do anything when you're tied up." The voice taunts.
Stiles groans, the voice is too loud. "Please be quiet, you're too loud." He rasps out. He hears a scoff before the sound of heels clanking towards him.
He feels a finger rest under his chin before the person lifts his head, through hooded and blurry eyes, Stiles looks at the person. As he blinks a few, trying to get his vision to focus, it finally does but he's more confused. "W-who are you?"
It's a woman, she has long blonde hair, a pair of round glasses and bright red lips.
The woman scoffs as she drops Stiles' head. "As if you don't know me, Stiles." She stands up and walks over to table.
Stiles grows more confused, he looks at the girl with furrow brows. "Uh, no offense, but I don't." He says, finally regaining his senses. He tugs at the restraints but winces when it burns.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
"Restraints made out of pure iron, a kitsunes greatest weakness, smart right?" The girl gloats as she turns around to Stiles.
