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Captivity - Jaye's Story - Chapter 1

I woke to a soft beeping noise. I could feel my head throbbing as I opened my groggy eyes, but I couldn't see anything. A smooth cloth was over my eyes, thick enough that I couldn't tell if a light was on or not. I tried to turn my head but it hurt too much so I gave up on that quickly.

I could hear footsteps in the distance. Heavily and quickly, they are coming closer to me. I struggled some but being strapped down restricted me. As I continue to attempt movement under the strap, my headache and sore throat only grows more. It's more than dry though, it's beginning to burn, more than it has ever before in my life. I try to cough, clear my throat, but my chest is heavy and feels like it is ripping apart. The footsteps are so much closer now.

I think they are high heels, definitely feminine at least, as they are light and move with purpose. I stopped squirming as they ended their journey next to me. I try to slow my breathing to hear what they might be doing near me. As I listened closer, I could feel my ears move, no, more like flicker, but I've never been able to wiggle my ears. What is going on with me?

I can vaguely hear a liquid being swished around in glass. It's being sucked up into something.

"This might be able to help with that new body of yours. Must be hard to deal with all of this without any consent," a woman said in a soft voice, almost a whisper. She had no special accent, like most of the Germans did in the part of Europe I last remember.

I tried to reply, but my voice let out a growl-like sound, jumbled with slurred words. This was so frustrating. Where the hell am I, and who is this lady? Where is Jon at? He'd never allow this to happen to me.

I cringe as she pushes a needle into my skin, but I heard a snapping sound. "Dammit, if they want me to keep you out of pain, they need better syringes," she complained. Listening carefully, I heard more liquid being drawn. "Let's try this again," she grumbled as she pushed it hard into my bicep. I feel something soft and fuzzy brush against my leg while my muscles tense up from the pressure.

"Just relax sweetheart, I don't like doing this to you just as much as you're probably hurting from this." I heard her set the supplies down and begin to stroll away. I attempted to converse with her, but my voice was just a grumble as my eyelids begin to droop.

I awoke with a needle going into my arm, again. This time though, it was sending a fuel through my body. I was awake, immediately trying to escape my bonds. I could hear some panicked dialogue around, possibly German? I couldn't decipher it. The accent was pretty heavy. Either way, it was definitely an argument.

I felt a hand on my skin, but my skin felt so different. It didn't feel smooth like it usually did. The fingers seemed to ruffle against something on my skin.

"It'll all be okay, young one," I heard the woman speak as a jumble of footsteps walked off. "Now please stay calm," she soothingly spoke as she slowly lifted my head and released the cloth that was cast across my eyes.

I squinted hard as I was exposed to the blinding lights. I made a couple attempts in opening my eyes, finally succeeding the third time. I first glanced over at the woman who was standing next to me. My vision quickly focused so vividly that I took in her appearance with remarkable speed. She had a soft shade of white skin. Her brunette hair fell midway down her back, held up in a high pony tail. Her dark brown eyes were looking straight at me as she asked, "How do you feel?"

"Well, I have a piercing headache and have no idea where I am," I replied, condescendingly. I looked up and around the room. It looked like a rundown building, as I could see cracks in the walls between the bricks. The ceiling looked like it was barely intact.

I tried to lift my hand to hold my temple from old habits, but I was restricted. Why was I tied up? Why was my body screaming on the inside?

"I hope your head isn't hurting too much. You and I have much work to do," she said reluctantly as she leaned down and began cranking something manually. I began to pivot vertically, causing my body to feel even more uncomfortable. Something wasn't right, but I couldn't pinpoint what exactly, so I kept analyzing the room to possibly use it for my escape.

The tension of my head was too much. I hung my head limply, and that was when the shocker really hit me. My entire being was covered in dark brown and purple fuzz. I couldn't believe my eyes. I threw myself into a state of hyperventilation. What happened to my human body? Where was my skin? I was so bewildered that I began to tear up and cry, but that hurt like hell. The liquid flowing down my face felt like it was burning my skin, or whatever was my skin. I tried to stop myself, but the tears kept coming from the searing pain.

"Dear, you need to calm down. Everything is fine," she said, preparing another syringe.

"Everything is not fine! Why am I covered in fur?! What did you do to me?!" I exclaimed at her. My muscles were tensing incredibly hard; I could feel the straps trembling to keep me still.

She quickly strolled over to me and shoved the needle into my bicep. "This should help you calm down." She seemed so worried, as if she wanted me to be safe. I could feel my body going numb, limp. "I have to let you become strong, but not if you are going to react like that." I could barely hear her, everything was going black again. I tried to speak, but my body could not exert any effort to allow me to do so.

I slipped under, my vision becoming trapped under the darkness. I was sitting in a corner, looking around to see that I'm in a room by myself. I peered down at my body, and it wasn't human. I stretched my legs out to see that they were completely covered in a dark brown fur. I was so disoriented from this illusion. I leaned forward, trying to pull myself up to stand and fully comprehend my situation.

When I got up, all my muscles felt insanely tense like they were full of condensed raw energy. I stretched my arms out in front of me. They were covered as well, and my hands were different. My palms were tinted a dark purple. I looked at them closely, and they almost appeared to be padded like a canine. I turned my hands over and found that my nails were longer, just past my finger, and they were purple as well. I scratched at my thumb for a second to see if it was paint, but it wasn't. I next looked down at my stomach. It was a matted fluff of the same eggplant purple, except it was only the middle; my sides were the same dark brown with some contrasting caramel looking shades here and there.

Was this really my body? No, it couldn't be. I slouched against the wall behind me and ran my hands through my hair. My hair seemed silkier than normal. I pulled a strand to my side and found that it was purple, just like my fur, but slightly lighter. I grasped some different strands and found that it was only purple on the under layer of my hair. What had all happened to me? I stroked my hands towards the top of head, but ran into something boney and flexible. I felt around and believed that they were wide canine-like ears.

The hell was with this body? It wasn't mine. I am human. I have pale white skin with brown, medium length hair atop my head. None of this could be real. I walked around the room for a second, but when I went to go lean back on the wall, it disappeared. I fell sideways, down into an open space. Then, a strange heaviness on my back was lifted, as well as the rest of my body. I hovered there, and as I looked from side to side, I found these huge black and purple wings keeping my body floating in midair. They had pitch-black edges and boning around them, and the interior glimmered with multiple shades of purple, seeming to change with the angle.

Then the wings suddenly gave way, leaving me to plummet farther down into the bottomless-pit, until finally I opened my eyes to find the woman standing in front of me again.

"Hey there missy, you have a good rest? You moved around in your sleep a lot, and grumbled a little, but I couldn't tell what you were saying," she said pleasantly as she pulled up a chair next to me. I was already moved into a standing up position, but was, as always, strapped down.

"So, do I get an explanation at all?" I demanded.

"Sure, it all began when they found your shrapnel-filled body convulsing on the ground, and they wanted to give me a task instead of doing nothing with my scientific and medical skills," she grimly smiled.