CHAPTER 128
AUTHOR'S POV
Although the werewolf was angry about being tied up against his will, that was an idiotic question to ask. Like even though he had to get taken by a human, it has to be a dense one?
What other dense thing can he pull off?
"Get me out of here, release me", the werewolf man said again.
Wilson ignored him, "Do you have her name?"
The werewolf man ignored him, grunting, although Wilson was glad that the silver chain was working in keeping the man on the bed but for how long.
There is also a possibility the man can suck up the pain and break free, which might fuel his anger more, "Fine, don't tell me I will just keep calling you werewolf man, that sounds good to me."
"I have numerous questions and I promise we will get along just fine as long as you answer them," Wilson offered as he pulled his chair a bit close to where his prisoner was cuffed on and sat down.
The man ignored Wilson, his breaths getting heavy as he thought of a way he could escape this place.
"So, I will start," Wilson said, "I suppose we are on the same page. Now, are there more of you?"
Still no words from the man and Wilson still continued, "How were your kind made?Your transformation, how? If possible, you could just tell me everything about your kind and easy-peasy, no one gets hurt."
"The only one getting hurt…", The man turned his face to Wilson, his eyes filled up with rage, "will be you, when I get out of these cuffs."
"I have noticed that you are just like humans, that is in your human form, also very intelligent," Wilson noted down, not being affected by the threat that was just made to him.
Wilson sighed frustrated, "You are making this hard for me, I never wanted to take it this far, but you have not answered any of my questions," he said to the man as he got up and grabbed a bottle of water, taking it to the man, "Water?"
As Wilson asked, he had a remote for the bed, which was able to control the bed according to how the bed was built. It would raise the man's head a bit, like from his back, in a way that it would look like a sitting position on the bed.
When it was raised, he brought the water to the man's lip, "Drink up, you must be thirsty."
"Drink from it first", the man said, and Wilson seemed impressed.
"Okay," he said as he drank from the water, swallowed and opened his mouth for the man to see, "That good enough for you?"
The man grunted and this time around when Wilson brought the bottle of water to his face, he drank it with Wilson's help.
"Food? I have fruits and chips," Wilson offered as he got them, "Not to worry, I will feed you."
The werewolf eyed Wilson suspiciously but ate when food was given to him because he was hungry, a fact that he, himself, could not even deny.
The werewolf was not sure about what Wilson was going to do to him, or what his aim was for being all nice and giving him food and water.
"Whatever it is, would definitely not work on me!", the werewolf man said to himself, in his mind as he eyed Wilson while he ate what he was being fed, which was after Wilson ate it himself to be certain it was not poisoned.
When the werewolf man was okay and had enough, he was given water again by Wilson, according to Wilson, who said he wanted the werewolf man to be healthy and filled up, "Because this will be the last thing you would eat in a while. You will get more food and water when you answer each of my questions, no answer then no food and water, then you can serve."
The man decided not to let his guard down, still keeping a strong and unaffected face, "I expected nothing less from your type."
"My type? Is that what you call us? You look like me though…so??…", Wilson chuckled and used the bed button, to set the bed in a laying down position.
From this point, the werewolf simply ignored Wilson. The first time he decides to step out from the border, he gets captured.
"I wonder if anyone will notice and come for me", The werewolf man thought.
"Going to be silent again", Wilson nodded, "That is okay, I can carry out my experiments with peace and silence."
The werewolf, fueled by instinct and anger, began to thrash and pull against the silver chain that bound his wrist, "I will not be a lab rat for you."
He strained against the restraint with all his mind, growling.
Wilson simply ignored him, confident as he began arranging something's he wanted to test on the werewolf from his research he had done.
As the werewolf struggled, the chain dug into his flesh and that caused immediate discomfort and pain from him. The silver metal reacted with the werewolf's skin, triggering a chemical reaction that released silver ions into his surrounding tissue.
The metal's touch caused intense pain as the silver ions penetrated deeper into his flesh, causing some irritation and inflammation. The werewolf endured the searing and burning sensation from the point of contact he was having with the silver chain because he was hell-bent on breaking free.
Although at some point, his strength began to wane.
"You should probably stop, you are going to hurt yourself," Wilson said to the werewolf, his back facing his prisoner as he continued with what he was preparing.
When Wilson turned to steal a glance from the wolf man, he noticed that its wrist had become swollen and blistered from the effects of the silver.
Sometimes Wilson will get confused on if to call this werewolf man or refer to him as it or her. So confusing, he would say and shake his head, but still interesting.
After some time and some best efforts, the werewolf found himself unable to break free from the silver chain. His movement became sluggish as he groaned in pain and weakness took their toll.
He cursed the metal.
Exhausted and in pain, he fell back to the bed, taking in a deep breath and growling inwardly from pain.
Wilson turned to the werewolf when he noticed that the struggling had stopped, "If you're done now, can I work in peace?"