She is thrown into a cell

“I think we should call him.” I heard one of the wardens outside my cell in the police department say.

“Wait, you mean him? Do we really have to? I don’t like him, he always has this scary look in his eyes…” another guard answered.

“I know, but he is the best at what he does. He can tell us what she knows within days and have her completely broken soon after, all without harming a hair on her head.” The first warden replied

“Oh fiiine. Go ahead and call him in then.” The other warden gave in.

Just what were they talking about? It was common knowledge amongst us strays that the police tortured each and every runaway demi captured in hopes of learning about other strays or conspirators. That was one of the reasons why I always stayed by myself, but of course, they wouldn’t believe that.

But then, why did they call somebody in? Certainly, the police had their own torturers… Perhaps, they needed somebody who was even worse than the police… Somebody even the policemen found abhorrent and cruel. Their comments about his eyes certainly suggested something like that…

No matter. He wouldn’t break me, I was far to strong-willed for something like that. I would sooner die than break, whether they wanted, or not. Even if they tried their hardest, there would come a point when my body was so destroyed that they had no way left to hurt me, and they would need to leave me in peace.

I tried to relax and catch some sleep; There was nothing I could do anyways, and I had a feeling I wouldn’t be getting much rest in the near future.

I was awoken by the sound of keys in the lock of the door to my cell. I was wide awake immediately, carefully surveying my surroundings. Nothing had changed in my cell since I arrived here, the only danger would be the man entering through the door. And he had keys! If I could overpower him, maybe I had a chance to flee!

I lowered my upper body and assumed an attack position.

The door opened. Through it stepped a tall, young human man. He was rather young, with incredibly fair, nearly transparent skin and short, dark hair. His frame was rather thin, yet muscular and his head was marked by sharp facial features. But the most noticeable, and honestly only noticeable feature of his, were his eyes.

I immediately understood what the wardens had been talking about. He had piercing, pale blue eyes that scanned my cell quickly and methodically before zooming in on me. Their gaze was hard and clear, focused and cruel. He had the eyes of a predator.

If he was a demi, he would have to be a white tiger. The biggest predator around, afraid of nothing.

But! He was no demi! He couldn’t possibly have the same reflexes, strength, and most importantly, natural weapons of one! Sure, I was a girl and he a man, so I didn’t have an advantage in strength. But my speed, my reflexes, my senses, and my fangs made me superior! And for some stupid reason, he had chosen not to wear any body armour or bring a weapon with him! Only his hands were covered in armoured gloves!

I lowered my upper body a little more, turned my ears to the front, and aimed. I would jump forward and pounce on him like a wolf on its prey. I would sink my teeth in his neck, grab his keys and escape through the door! Whatever awaited me there, it couldn’t be worse than being tortured to ****!

I pounced.

I extended my limbs to grab him.

But I only hit air.

He must have seen my attack coming and ducked! Before I could do anything, I felt one hand grabbing me on my left shoulder and another one on my right hip. I was turned in the air and landed painfully on my back. The landing had knocked the air out of my lungs and without giving me a chance to get my bearings, the man had jumped over me and sat down on my chest, pinning my arms above my head, thereby completely immobilizing me.

“Now, that is no way to great somebody.” He said calmly.

I was stunned. This human had overpowered me so completely that I didn’t even fully comprehend how he had done it. And without using any tools or other unfair advantages humans had access to, no less! His dominance was so complete that my canine instincts left me **** but to surrender to him. I clutched my tail between my legs, arched my back a little to expose my belly more, and stopped struggling against his grip. He must have recognized the signs of my surrender because his grip softened ever so slightly in turn.

What didn’t soften, however, was his predatory gaze.

“I am very sorry for what I have to do to you.” he said, his face not betraying any sorrow at all. “But I promise, I will take good care of you once I am done.”

I was confused, what the hell did he mean by that? But before I could complete this thought, a felt a sharp pinch in my shoulder: I turned my head to the side and saw that he had jammed a single-use needle into my arm. I turned again to face him, defiantly.

His piercing, pale blue eyes were the last thing I saw before everything went black.