CHAPTER 138
AUTHOR'S POV
The werewolf turned a deaf ear to Wilson's question and the only thing he kept saying was the need for water which he has not had for like two days now as Wilson was trying to get information out of him.
The werewolf himself, knew he will rather die than open his mouth to say anything but this torture was just too much, "This human should just kill me", the werewolf always said to himself, seeing as there was no way to escape.
Everything was just getting worse.
"Alright, fine…Here", Wilson finally accepted and gave him the water. To the werewolf's surprise he also fed him some food until he was satisfied, gave him water again and then finally gave him the little silver doze.
"Do you have anything to say to me or tell me? I have been good to you right? It is only fair that you are good to me too," Wilson said to the werewolf as he started getting some towels, "I can't be good to you, and you are bad to me. It's strange."
"Just let m-me g-go, it w-will be like this never happened", The werewolf said weakly, the doze kicking in.
Wilson let out a frustrated breath, "It has been weeks now, you are making things hard for both of us."
Wilson prepared a container of water and a towel, folding the towel into a long strip.
The werewolf who watched him tiredly wondered if he had a change of heart and was going to clean him up.
Wilson loomed over the werewolf, taunting him and threatening him, wanting to make the werewolf to be filled up with fear. The werewolf was getting a hang of what was about to happen when Wilson placed the folded towel over the werewolf's face, covering the werewolf's nose and mouth completely.
"N-no, what are you doing human", The werewolf grunted, his breathing getting restricted, and he also tried to struggle against the restraints in a panic, "This was just too much, it was getting out of hands, humans can really be more monsters than even us werewolves."
"Whatever it takes I will force out the information I want from you, I do not care if it takes days, weeks, months, years, I am done being soft, and eventually, you must submit, I will not stop, so it's better you start talking while I am being nice", Wilson uttered as he began pouring water into the towel, allowing it to soak through and create a sensation of suffocation.
The werewolf felt the water seeping into their mouth and nostrils, it triggered his primal instinct to gasp for air.
As the water saturated the towel and Wilson hummed, the werewolf felt as if he was drowning, he struggled to draw breath, his chest heaviness in a desperate attempt to inhale Oxygen.
He started panicking as he realized he could not breathe freely.
"Do you think you could have a change of heart and answer everything I ask you? If you do, this could all end now," Wilson said as the werewolf's airway was getting obstructed by the towel, oh it was already obstructed, and it caused the werewolf to gag and choke on the water, which was entering their mouth and throat.
The werewolf started convulsing a bit and thrashing against the restraints, which burnt his wrists and ankles, his body wracked with spasms of agony.
"What are you called? Do you have a name?", Wilson kept taunting the werewolves, "Are there others?", he asked more questions.
Still, the werewolf kept quiet and throughout the ordeal, he felt overwhelmed by fear and helplessness. He felt powerless to escape this torture as he struggled to endure, the injection he was given added to everything and made it more hard for him.
Wilson paused briefly, allowing the werewolf to catch their breath, "Do you have something to tell me?"
After wait for some minutes and still, the werewolf did not utter a word or make any sign, Wilson resumed his torture on the werewolf.
It prolonged the agony, dread and despair of the werewolf who also knew that Wilson will not kill him but experiment on him like lab rat and torture him for information.
Eventually, Wilson concluded his torture session, leaving the werewolf gasping for air and trembling with exhaustion, "You are one stubborn creature, and it is extremely frustrating and annoying."
Wilson removed the towel and the werewolf was so relieved. He gasped for air, coughing and sputtering as he expelled water from his lungs and airways.
The werewolf was in a state of physical discomfort, he was having sensations of gagging, choking and throat irritation.
He was drained!
Wilson did not say anything else, just turned off the light and left the room, locking it securely.
On his way into his home, Wilson thought, "How do I break that werewolf?"
MONTANA'S POV
For me, everything has a meaning now. Everything was going so well. I had my family with me, my kingdom, everything I loved. What more could I ask for?
I am so grateful for my mate too, who stood beside me, and we have been ruling this kingdom as equals, assisting and helping each other out, which truthfully makes things smoother and easier.
"Where have you been?"I immediately stopped my daughter who was entering the house like she was a thief.
"Out!", she answered.
I raised a brow at her, "Out where?"
"I sent a message, informing you guys," she said.
I still gave her a look, not sure if I wanted to believe her.
"Okay fine," she said, "I met some girls my age, and we hung out," she admitted, "But I promise I was careful, we just got carried away.
"You mean human girls?", I asked her, and she nodded.
I sighed, "Just be careful, okay? Just be careful Zendaya, you got me worried sick."
"I'm sorry Mum, I really did not mean either and I will be careful", She apologized and immediately my heart softened, I knew she didn't mean to.
I was going to go for a hug when I spotted something with her, "What's that you are holding?"