Keeping enemies close

Jane’s POV

Entering that basement marked the beginning of endless torment for me. It started a nightmare that I thought would never end. Mark had planned it so well, the way a real psychopath would.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a dark basement that smelled of mould. My hands were tied together and then tied to a bedframe. The mattress was so thin I could feel the metals underneath. Duct tape had sealed my lips. I kicked around while making muffled sounds for some minutes before giving up. No one was coming for me.

My werewolf strength failed me and I knew the reason. The smell of wolfs bane was unmistakable. I could tell that there was a lot of it under the bed. It was what made me feel so weak. I wondered how Mark had been able to tie me up with wolfsbane so close. Did he have an accomplice?

I stayed locked up in that basement for weeks. Mark had a human accomplice who had helped him. It was the driver of the car that had brought me. The two did not seem like fri