The smell of something burning filled my nose, waking me up. My dark brown eyes flew open and I turned over where I lay. Where was I? What had happened? A crackling fire blazed before me in what appeared to be a small clearing in the forest. Ugh, my head ached...
Suddenly, my memories returned to me. One of the Wolves had taken me, kidnapped me. I sat up hurriedly and tried to move my hands. Then with a sinking feeling, I realized my hands and feet were bound. I sighed. He was smart, I'd give him that.
But how would I escape? I couldn't stay here. He would kill me for sure if I did. No, it was best not to find out what he wanted. I struggled to untie the ropes. Groaning inwardly, I glanced over at the fire burning brightly.
An assortment of survival gear had been thrown down on the forest floor haphazardly including a small green bulging duffel bag. Leaning myself down onto my stomach, I crawled over to it. I unzipped it, careful not to make a sound unless he returned. Dented cans of food and random junk filled the small bag. I dug around in it until my fingers felt something sharp. I grinned as I pulled a compact pocket knife out.
Hastily, I cut the ropes that held me captive. The frayed cords fell to the dusty ground soundlessly. I rubbed my sore wrists absentmindedly as I stood up, ready to run. The sound of a gun cocking made me stop dead in my tracks.
"Stop right there or I'll shoot. Just...be still," a man who I assumed to be the Wolf said, "Turn around slowly,"
I cursed in my head. I hadn't been fast enough. Hesitantly, I obeyed his order and turned to face him. Finally, I got a good look at the Wolf who'd been chasing me. He had tangled dark brown shaggy hair that barely reached his shoulders and his chocolate-brown eyes were framed by dirt covering his skin with a large "W" initial carved into his forehead. He wore faded jeans, a plain black t-shirt paired with a dark green jacket, and a sharktooth necklace around his neck. But what most caught my eye was the gun he had pointed at me.
I swallowed, my hands held up in surrender. I had nowhere to go and no weapon to use against him. I dared not hope he'd spare my life. But I did hope he'd end it quickly and not torture me. I couldn't stand that kind of pain.
"If you're going to kill me, just do it," I said, my voice sounding much calmer than I felt.
He smirked then and shivers ran down my spine.
"Now why would I want to do a thing like that?" he asked, "No, I have other plans for you..."
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FanfictionAngel Dixon is accustomed to being alone - her mother is dead and her father, Daryl Dixon, left before she was born. After being kidnapped, she does the unthinkable and begins to fall for her captor on their journey to Alexandria. She could never im...