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[22 Aug 2009|05:15pm] |
Along the way to the cabin where they were going to hold the other wolves, Joseph had gotten so annoyed with Jeremiah's crying that he'd had the boy sedated just so the kid would shut the hell up. He was sure if they didn't shut the kid up, Mike would break the damn things neck, so the best solution was sedation. They'd bound Wendell and Vance up by the hands, not wanting to risk one of them trying to fight back.
The entire ride back, neither Wendell or Vance wanted to offer up any sort of information, not even their names. It was frustrating, to say the least, and the both of them had gotten knocked around a bit.
After driving for nearly four hours, mostly on dirt roads hidden by trees, they came to a cabin nestled in the woods. It was rather large, and obviously had been built by someone with money. Their old Alpha. The property was now Joseph's. He left the unconcious boy to Mike, and he drug Wendell in himself while Kenneth handled Vance. Once downstairs in the basement, he told Mike to put Jeremiah in the cage. It was a pretty good sized one, big enough to fit five grown men, and it was for pack punishments.
"Lets take these two to the other room," he told Kenneth as he drug Wendell by the hair into the room next to the one with the cage in it. "See if we can get them to answer some questions."
It was obvious that Wendell was protective of the younger ones, and Joseph was definitely going to use that to his full advantage. Vance was angry, but scared, and it showed. He wasn't trying to fight back. He was afraid of what might happen to one of the others if he did, so he just let Kenneth pull him along into the other room.
It was mostly bare, save for a metal table with straps on it, obviously to hold someone down, and a chair with similar straps. There were two other normal looking chairs, and in the corner a table with various tools that looked much too frightening for Vance's taste.
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