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"Do you know why the Nogitsune chose you?" Theo pants, his lips parted as a breath slips from them, fogging in the cold. He lies pinned under Stiles' weight."A wolf in sheep's clothing." he spits. "Skinny, defenseless Stiles. Who would've thought I was the Nogitsune?"A smile creeps on Theo's lips. "Stiles, you, of all people, can't seriously believe that's the only reason.""What the fuck is that supposed to mean?""You know your pack. You know them like the back of your hand, like every freckle, mole, and scar on your body. You know them like you were born from the mother of the same womb." Theo pauses, then sighs. "You're the son of a sheriff, Stiles. Too smart for your own good. Do you really think the Nogitsune wouldn't take advantage of that?" Theo grins, his canines sharpening to a point. "Do you really think I wouldn't take advantage of that?" he buries his claws bone deep into Stiles' shoulder and rips him off of Theo.Stiles' bloody hands scramble for purchase on the slippery ground, head spinning, cornered like injured prey. Theo stalks after him, his heavy boots thudding on the pavement."Now, here's what's going to happen, Stiles." a single kick knocks Stiles onto his back. Theo puts his boot on his heaving chest, forcing him in place. "Liam is going to kill Scott.""He would never-"Theo pushes his foot down harder, and Stiles hears a crack."He will,” Theo wets his lips. “And then, I will kill him. Do you know what that means?"Stiles tries to shake his head, but Theo leans into him, grabbing his chin in his hands, and forces his head still. "Come on, Stiles, you're smarter than that.""I-I don't-""You do." Theo digs in his nails, eyes hungrily tracking the blood dripping down his face. “Your pack will be mine."Then, he sighs. "But first," he raises a fist, knuckles bloody and bruised. "I need you out of the way."
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Stiles' wrists are bound tight behind his back with thick braided rope."You got a thing for the dramatics now?" he fights to keep his voice steady. "Give me some material to work with if you want a show."The closeted room is an echo chamber for his labored breathing, his chest heaving with the effort."Sort of pathetic to kidnap a guy who can't fight back, don't you think so?"Stiles' back is slammed up against the wall, his fingers strained and starting to snap. A hand tightens around his throat, cutting off the oxygen to his brain. "Please, please, please," he chants. "You're hurting me, Theo, please .""Look at you, begging already." Theo sneers, dropping him into a limp, boneless heap. "And I'm the pathetic one?"Stiles is gasping for breath, looking up at him with glossy, wet eyes, and steels himself. "Yes." he watches with glee as Theo's eyes widen. Stiles forces himself to run into Theo, bringing him down with a struggle, and locks his tight, muscular thighs around his throat, choking him out.Theo thrashes and bucks against him like a wild animal, eyes bulging out of their sockets. Stiles waits, steady and patient until Theo's eyes roll back into his head, and then Stiles slips off him. The only way to tell he's alive is the rise and fall of his still-breathing chest.