Fresh Meat

*'Oh my god! Seriously?!' Ian sighed deeply and pushed himself up again. He shifted back, adjusting his clothes as they had moved out of place a bit while being a wolf. Forcing himself back up to his feet, he moved along the wall again.*

She smiled at him and held a pair of hand cuffs through the bars towards him. "Here you go puppy. Put these on." She said in the same tone she had been using the whole time she talked to him.

*Ian stared at her for a moment, taking the cuffs. As he started to put them on he asked,* "Did you ever think that maybe I'm already in my own pack and that the others will come looking for me?"
*His words were confident keeping eye contact with her as he spoke, hoping she wouldn't call his bluff.*

Maryl smirked and kept her eyes on the bars. This next part he would not do willingly. She was sure of that. "I've been watching you. You are rather boring actually with your little human family and your little confused newly made girlfriend. Now puppy," She pulled a pair of buttons from her pocket. "I'm going to open this door. You are going to walk out to the middle of the room and put your handcuffs over that hook in the middle of the room. Just like Connor did. Do you understand?"

*'Ha! Like hell I am!' Ian stared at her silent for a moment, then nodded. Waiting for the opportunity to leave the cage.*

She opened the door of the cage carefully and stepped to the side. She nodded her head as she said. "Now, be good puppy." But the nod was more towards Jeff standing at the door to be ready to move if he needed to. She motioned towards the hook.

*Ian took a deep breath as he moved out of the cage. 'Now or never I guess.' As he passed Maryl he slammed into her, slamming her into the outside bars of the cage. Then took off toward the door, only to be surprised with a very large man in the doorway. That wasn't going to stop his escape though. Just as he got within reaching distance of the large man, Ian shifted to a wolf mid jump, attempting to get around his by means of being smaller and slipping through his legs.*

Maryl smirked when she hit the cell bars. She let herself get tossed only because she knew that would make Jeff more likly to want to catch the boy. As Ian shited she hit the button on the cuffs to send a shock through the wolf.

*A heart wrenching yelp came from wolfy Ian, who was not expecting the cuffs to shock him. He tumbled through the large mans legs and into the hallway after. The zappy cuffs, and his clothes, slipped off Ian's paws as he slid. The boy shaking his whole body after the jolt or recover as best he could, leaped forward trying to continue with plan 'get the fuck out'.*

Maryl raised an eyebrow at Jeff as he looked at her like 'What the fuck'

~Jeff spun around and started to chase after the wolf boy.~

/Two guys about the size of Jeff stood at the end of the hallway. They saw the wolf run towards them and moved forward to catch the wolf between the three for them. One other man not a big fighter stood at the end of the hallway with a tranquilizer gun. They where only supposed to use it if they had no other choice. This was as much a test for the pack as it was there new Alpha./

*Ian's eyes narrowed as he sprinted faster down the hall, noticeably aiming for the right side to the two. When he got close to them, he leaped toward the right wall, bounding off of it aiming for the gap they should leave on the left, so long as they fall for his fake out.*

/The two guys moved towards the right side hoping to catch the wolf as he bounded by. When Ian cleared the two guys the man in back shook his head and took the shot./

*Ian yelped again as the dart hit him, but he wasn't going to just give up. Leaping right at the one who shot him, Ian gnashed at the guy's arm holding the gun. And continued to claw and bite him anywhere he could until the sedative kicked in and he fell to the ground.*

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Sometime later after she had Ian put up on the hook in the middle of the room.

While he was out she made sure to put a collar around his neck to stop that slipping out of it thing. Even when shifted this would stay with him. She also punished the three guards that he had gotten past and replaced them with three different guards. One of those being Connor. The man at the end of the hall got special treatment. She personally looked to his wounds and used magical ointment to help the heal. He kept his post.

*Slowly, Ian began regaining consciousness. He twitched a bit, then lifted his head. His arms stung from hanging there for so long.*
"Mmh.." *A soft pained moan escaped him as his eyes fluttered open. Groggy, and disoriented, Ian's eyes glanced around trying to focus. His gaze followed his pained arms upwards to the hook, as he tried to shift the support of his body to his legs. His feet barely touched the ground.* "Sonuvah bitch.."
*The words slipped out as he realized what was going on.*

Maryl was at a table at the side of the room going over her tools. She was carefully making sure each was cleaned and in perfect working order. She heard him slur out words. She was sure she heard bitch and smiled more where he couldn't see. "now puppy, we shouldn't use that language."

*Ah, that oh so familiar by now voice. Ian grimaced then tried to turn his head enough to see her. He didn't want her to sneak up on him with something, but he had a feeling he knew what she'd be holding.* "Sorry, did I offend you? How about Fuck, is that better? Or is whore more your style?"

She smirked more and kept count of the words in her head. She wanted to make sure that he got the right amount of punishment. "Careful, every word will cost you." She slide a whip with silver tips off the table and walked slowly towards him. "Now, I need you to hold still."

*A feeling of dread and apprehension flowed through Ian as he heard the sound of silver hitting silver. He'd seen the tool before when she whipped the other man. Trying a bit harder now to stretch himself, to get a grip of the ground with his feet.* "Sure thing, just let me down and I'll keep right in place."

Mayrl shook her head and adjusted the whip behind her. "Not right now puppy." She said softly before beginning the whipping process. She didn't keep count. That wasn't what was needed. Right now was just about wearing him down.

*The first was the worst, not knowing when it would come, then the burning pain as the silver ripped into and drug across his skin. Ian cried out, wriggling about as he tried to get away, but with no success.Then there was the second crack, more agonizing then the first. Yes, I lied before, this had to be the worst. It drug across the previous wounds, digging in deeper. The silver spread slowly through his body, like fire in his blood. Ian clenched his teeth trying to stifle his screams. He'd never felt anything like this before. It was worse than breaking bones or a door slamming on your tail, his blood boiled his skin seared and the more it sunk in the more he felt as though he'd pass out. That is until the next lashing. Each one more painful than the last.*

Maryl stopped when Ian looked to be almost passing out. She slide the whip into her belt. She grabbed a cup of water from the side table and walked back over to him. She gently and carefully moved so he could lean on her and held the cup to his lips. "Drink puppy."

*He did lean on her at first, but as she held the cup up to him his eyes glanced up over the glass. Seeing her, Ian jerked away, not wanting anything to do with her.*

Maryl sighed when he jerked away and wrapped her arm around him tighter. "Stop it. Drink." She said firmly to the boy. She didn't want to have to punish him more already. He needed some liquids in him if he was to stay up much longer.

*Defiant, he tried to jerk away again. Cringing at the combination of moving his soar body and her touching the gashes in his back. Ian gritted his teeth, hatefully glaring at her.*