Stiles hung from his wrists from a limb on the big tree in the middle of the forest. The ropes were wet with his blood from his wrists rubbing raw. His body hung limp his head lolling as he swong slightly. His left eye swollen and his mouth bloody from his busted lip. Stiles was shirtless. His normally flawless porclain skin was dripping red and bruised and cut and welts littered his skin.
He hung on the edge of conciousness. That was when he felt Ducelian's fingers gently slip into his hair and lift his head up so that Stiles was blinking up at him.
"I hope you're not taking this personally Stiles." his voice was calm and a bit teasing.
"...h-how...is it...not...personal?" Stiles asked slurring from the pain and exhaustion. His beautiful amber eyes were dark with pain and his pupils were contracted. He wasn't really seeing Duke. He was just a blur infront of him.
"I actually like you Stiles. You're smart and your scent is quite unique." Duke's fingers were actually almost petting Stiles hair.
"...c-could you...s-s-stop molesting me...and jus--st ... just..." Stiles was starting to lose consiousness again when he felt claws slowly sinking into his side he screamed and threw his head back.
"Don't give up just yet Stiles. I need you to be awake when Derek and Scot get here." Duke was growling softly into his ear.
Fear slipped into his scent now. "...y-you won't get Scot to join you like this..." his voice was more awake now. More aware. His body tensed and his voice was a tense choked groan.
"You're thinking too small Stiles. Come on youre better then that." Duke slipped his claws out of Stiles side and stiles let out a gasp as blood trickled down his side.
"Agh....i...I'm kind of cuncussed here... forgive me for being a bit s-slow..." Stiles vision was starting to turn grey.
"It's very simple Stiles. You are the pack's little pet. The only human. The only weak link... Yet you seem to be the one thing that keeps saving them. Pulling them together or inspiring them. I have a feeling they don't want to lose you... So i'm going to give them a choice... One of them comes to my pack and I'll turn you and bring you into my pack... or I kill you and they get to watch..."
"no....I don't want the bite...you can't do this..."
"Yes I certainly can... Oh here they come..." Duke was grinning now as he gripped Stiles hair again pulling his head back and baring his neck. "It's about time you two got here...Stiles and I were just having some fun."
"...dont do it...don't listen to him AAAGHHrrrr..." he felt duke's nails sink into his chest.
"STOP! Don't hurt him anymore!" Scot yells and wolfs out.
"Just shut up Stiles. Before your mouth gets you killed!" Derek yelled at him.
"This boy seems to be important to you both."
Stiles actually laughed. It caused him pain but he weakly said. "man ... for an alpha you are thick... Derek would kill me himself by ripping my throat out with his teeth ... he doesnt care..."
"Stiles Shut up!" Derek yelled again with a growl.
"Let Stiles go!" Scot growled.
"Here is the choice I'm going to give you both..." Duke ripped his claws slowly down Stiles chest making the boy cry out in pain and Stiles had to fight to stay concious.
"Stop!"
"STOP!"
Stiles was trembling and he was fighting back tears as pain was everywhere. He was surprized how much pain and injury he could actually endure.
