Cassie pulled at her restraints; her hands and feet were bound with coarse rope, ankles to the legs of the chair and her wrists tied together behind her. Her heart was hammering with fear, not just of Brandon but of his volatility. She couldn't keep up with these mood swings. He had dragged her into the small, sparsely decorated cabin by the scruff of her neck, digging his fingers in just under her jaw, shoved her into the chair and tied her body with tight complex knots. But now he was suddenly gentle... Running his hands over her bare thighs with whisper touches, grazing his lips over her forelegs and laying soft kisses on her knees and ankles at random.

"You have beautiful legs..." he murmured, grazing his teeth other her knee now, "You must know though..." He continued, "Because you are always teasing me with these tiny skirts of yours... Always with the tight waist and flowing out from these big hips" His hands shot up and gripped her hips tightly, so tightly she gasped at the pain.

"Stop it!" She cried. He grinned at her,

"Your voice is so much sweeter when you're scared" He looked so proud of himself. It terrified her. His hands returned to her thighs, rubbing them with more force now and scraping his nails over her skin, leaving faint red lines that faded quickly. She tried to twist and pull away but she couldn't move more than a few degrees each way. His focus moved purely to her thighs, his lips ran over her caramel skin like he was searching for something. Cassie couldn't understand what he wanted, what had triggered him to even notice her or what she could have done to offend him, but she tried to keep her mind occupied as he wandered, trying to ignore him as best she could for as long as possible.

He appeared to have found what he was looking for and nipped at a spot dangerously close to her pantie line. Next he sucked the flesh into his mouth, his eyes staring straight up at her, watching her expressions... Enjoying the scared look in her eyes. Cassie tried to pull her legs together but to no avail. He continued to work at his chosen spot, pulling and sucking at it until it became a dark plumb printed on her skin.

She whimpered at the pain, her mind telling her to hold the sounds in, but her body unable to with the sharp shots of pain running up from the bruise. He worked his mouth over and over the same place for what felt like hours to Cassie and a few moments to Brandon, he could sit there forever with her flesh in his mouth.

Finally, he moved on and began the hunt again, looking for the perfect place... This time he chose the inside of her right knee, right on the crease, and started from the beginning, sucking and pulling on the skin methodically. The pain was much worse on a fresh area, on her other leg she had become used to the feeling as he worked the same area for a long time but now she started to squirm again,

"Stop moving" He growled, threateningly. She gave a soft whine of indignation and he stared up at her face once more before latching back onto her. Within seconds she was shifting in her seat again, trying to keep her mind somewhere else. Brandon's wolf growled, it rumbled through his throat and vibrated on her leg. She twisted her body once more in defiance and he bit her, the sting was especially sharp on the sensitive piece of skin.

"Ow!" She yelped. He chuckled and again she felt the vibration of it against her leg. "It's not funny! It really hurts!" But she instantly regretted it when she saw how much he was enjoying hearing her whining voice. His expression was of bliss with his eyes closed and lips curled up slightly where he continued to aggravate her skin with his mouth; he was also hard. She could see it when she craned her neck and feel the tip of it against her lower leg. "You're disgusting" She tried to keep her voice low and almost man-like but he simply replied by biting her again, harder this time. She gasped embarrassingly loudly. He moaned quietly at the sound.

Her new plan was to scrunch up her face to keep from making sounds or crying. She wouldn't give him anymore wank bank material. He probably watched creepy videos of girls being tortured when he jacked off.

Brandon seemed to have decided this mark was done now and quickly moved on to make his next one, and his next one after that. Following the same pattern of sucking and licking and pulling with his lips, biting when she moved too much and groaning with pleasure when she let out any kind of whimper or gasp. Once he had created six marks across the front and sides of her thighs, he began to untie her left foot.

Oh thank god, his silly little game is done with... Cassie thought.

But upon releasing her left foot, he grabbed the newly free ankle and pushed it up as far as his arm would reach and slid his hand down her leg, pushing it further and further back until her knee could almost touch her tummy.

"Ah-ah! I'm not that flexible!" Cassie exclaimed, she could feel the pull on her hamstring getting painfully tight. Brandon simply smiled and pulled his body up straight (while still on his knees) and ran his tongue from the back of her knee down her thigh and to where the line of her butt cheeks was (although with her foot by her ear the line wasn't as prominent) where he started to nip much more harshly now, biting roughly and sucking much harder than before. Cassie whimpered and tried to kick him with her free foot but his hold on her foreleg was too strong and he bit her again for even trying.

"Ooow! Stop it!" She cried, "Stop!" His right hand squeezed her leg and his left lowered to his crotch, palming himself over his jeans. He was much rougher with her now, forcing sounds out of her that he could touch himself to. Cassie let her wolf take over for a bit, she didn't fully shift and change her body but just handed over the controls. She knew her wolf would give him what he wanted and she could pretend she wasn't there. Her wolf didn't understand why she wanted to hold her voice in when it helps with pain to let it out.

He made this bruise the biggest yet, egged on by the whimpers and whining noises Cassie's wolf was making. He could tell Cassie had receded and wasn't in control anymore but he didn't care - it wasn't about her... It was about her body... And her voice... And her scent... And all those mannerisms that made subs so fascinating to him. His hips were jerking of their own accord now as he got closer and closer to coming. But not yet... He wanted to finish the mark.

When it was finally big enough (Around the size of a cookie) he was ready to blow, struggling to hold it back. He stood up between her legs and untied one of her hands, grabbing the wrist before she could use it to claw his eyes out and pulling it to his crotch. Brandon grabbed Cassie's chin and pinched at her jaw to force open her mouth and shoved his tongue inside. Cassie's wolf was startled, unsure of what kind of attack this was but still struggling anyway. He tilted his head and kissed her deeply, his mouth covering hers and his tongue exploring and curling itself around her own. He still had a firm grip on her jaw and her hand that he now slipped into his jeans, rubbing himself through his underwear with it.

Cassie burst back through, pushing down her wolf inside of her along with the vomit threatening to spew out. She tried to kick him with her one free leg but he spread his slightly and locked hers open either side of him, she tried to bite him but his fingers digging into her jaw and cheeks held her teeth apart and finally she tried to claw at him with her free hand but without long nails or the ability to move her hand how she wanted to, it was futile.

His dick was hot against her hand and she could feel precum soaking his y-fronts and making her fingers sticky. Her face burned with shame and she finally let a few tears slide down her cheeks. He shaped her hand into a cup and ground the head of his cock into it. Cassie sniffed and let out a muffled sob through the slimy kiss.

Apparently, this pushed Brandon over the edge as he fell forward, hunching over her and used his left hand (The one that had been gripping her cheeks) to hold himself up on the chair as he rode out his climax. Cassie froze, her mind unable to process what was happening anymore and her body unable to move. Brandon grunted and groaned through his three-second long orgasm.

When he was finished he dragged himself upright, still panting and shaking a little, pulled her hand out of his jeans and grinned at the sight of white gooey smudges that had leaked through his underwear and into her palm. She tried to remain expressionless, save for the occasional sniff from the tears that had escaped. Brandon grinned at her, as though he had no idea why she wasn't ecstatic... Maybe he doesn't... She thought. Crazy people don't know they're crazy.

"You did so well, baby" He cooed, "I-"

Cassie jumped a foot in the air, a phone had begun ringing in Brandon's bag that was sitting in the corner of the room. He gave a frustrated growl and waited for the caller to give up. When the ringtone finally stopped singing he continued,

"Wasn't thi-" He tried again but his phone was insistent, the ring tone loud and blaring. He stomped to the other end of the room, a scowl covering his face now, and answered,

"What?!" Cassie couldn't hear who it was or what they were saying, only Brandon's replies which consisted of mostly 'Mmhmm's and 'Yeah's. He ended the call with, "Fine, I'll be right there" and threw his phone back into his bag sulkily. "Well, looks like we can't play anymore right now," He slung his bag over his shoulder, "It's just pack business, I'll come back and get you when I'm done"

"W-wait!" Cassie shouted, "You can't seriously be leaving me here?"

"Well, I can't take you with me, can I?" He spoke like he would to a child, like she was an idiot. He walked out of the cabin and shut the door behind him, Cassie listened to the sounds of his shoes crunching through the leaves on the forest floor and the revving of his car ignition starting. When she was sure he had driven away she began to untie her right arm and left leg with her free hand, although her fingers were still slippery and the knots tight to her skin so it took a lot of patience and time. She threw the rope in a pile when she was finished and grabbed a throw that was resting on an armchair in the furthest corner of the room from the door, beside a fireplace that looked like it had never been used, and used it to wipe her hand clean as best she could. It's okay... She told herself, when I get home I'll take a bath in antibacterial gel.

From her bag she pulled out her phone and scrolled through the contact list. As much as Sam was her most trusted person, he didn't have a drivers license or car, so her only options that weren't her parents (Who she had already ruled out due to the excessive interrogation they would put her through) were Karliah and Markus. Karliah will get mad over the bruises and won't be able to mind her own business... But Markus might make fun of me and tell his friends.

She sent a text to Sam, letting him know she was okay but needed someone to come find her, they had each other added on a safety app that told the other where they were, and called Markus with the number he had given her when they went to town together. It rang a couple of times before he picked up,

"What're you calling me for?"

"I need help"

"What kind of help?"

"I don't know where I am but I'm in a cabin in the woods and I might be locked in but Sam has an app that can find out where I am so please come find me!" She took a much needed deep breath at the end of her long babble.

"Uh... Okay." He paused for a moment, "But, why are you in a cabin in the woods? And if you went there why wouldn't you know how to get back?"

"A creepy guy made me go with him, but that's all I'm telling you - Please just come help me before he gets back!"

"Okay." Another pause, "But why-"

"For fucks sake, Markus! I'm serious I don't know when he'll come back and tie me up again so please just get on with it!" She was stunned at her own animosity and her ability to shout at an alpha, even if he did bother to come get her now, she'd probably just gotten herself into a boatload of trouble.

"Okay, I'm on my way" He sighed and hung up. She let out a sigh too, but for her it was in relief.

Cassie used the time while she waited for Markus and Sam to pull out her makeup wipes from her bag and give her hands an extra wipe, check the door for locks or bolts (there were thankfully none) and also to search for anything she could use as a weapon, for which there was also nothing. The room was pretty empty aside from the wooden chair she had been sat on, the arm chair with the now cum-stained throw, the unused fireplace, the pile of rope, a tiny round rug and a row coat pegs with nothing hanging from them. She wondered if she was within his pack territory and hoped Markus at least tried to be inconspicuous in his entrance.

Fifteen minutes of nervous pacing later, a car pulled up outside. Cassie peeked through the door to see who it was, getting ready to use the chair as a barricade if necessary. Thankfully, it was Markus' humongous 4X4 barrelling through the undergrowth. She stepped out of the cabin and waved the car over. Not waiting for Markus to get out, she leapt in the backseat where she found Sam with red ringed eyes and even messier hair than usual.

"Let's go!" She exclaimed, fumbling as she tried to secure her seatbelt with trembling hands.

"But aren't you going to exp-" Markus began but Sam burst into loud sobs at the same time as Cassie shouting rambled phrases that were unintelligent to the naked ear and Markus decided all he could do was try to get home as fast as possible and in the meantime just let the chaos ensue around him.

Cassie stopped trying to explain jumbled parts of what happened (She didn't want to tell him everything so she was trying to give him the important parts) and wrapped her arms around Sam, shushing him and slowly lowering his head into her lap. She wanted to cry too... But she just couldn't... She knew it would make her feel better, getting your emotions out in a good cry always helps. But she suddenly felt too numb, like a robot just doing what it was told. She stroked her hands through Sam's hair over and over while he managed to get himself back down to just a sniffle and the occasional hiccup.

None of them spoke for the rest of the drive home. The only sounds being the engine, Sam's nose and Cassie's phone vibrating every five or ten minutes. No one made eye contact either, all three swallowed up by their thoughts. Cassie knew Markus and Sam must be trying to work out what happened, and were probably imagining worse things than what did occur, but she wasn't going to divulge anything to Markus so she tried to put him to the back of her mind and work on how she was going to explain everything to Sam, starting from Brandon grabbing her at her locker.