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Stiles was free.
No longer were his hands imprisoned in chains, only coated in the slick blood of his captors. He didn't know how long he'd been kidnapped, he only knew it felt like years, and from the considerable amount of discomfort he was in from his too-small clothes, he guessed he was correct.
The hunters who caught him kept him unconscious for days at a time, ruining any sense of time he had. His possessions had all been confiscated when he was initially kidnapped and presumably burned or buried.
He was moved weekly, from country to country, days and weeks of driving to ensure he couldn't be found by his friends. Dosed with wolfsbane even though he wasn't supernatural, making him groggy and confused. The small amount of magic he had before turned dark, relying on the wolfsbane to power it instead of killing it, and with him being dosed every day his magic grew strong and healthy.
His control never faltered even throughout the many days of torture and humiliation, holding strong and believing when he couldn't. Now? Nothing worked. The pain didn't make him flinch and the painful words didn't make him shed a tear.
So the murder wasn't a big thing for him.
The days spent imagining different ways to kill his captors coloured his senses and kept him entertained. preventing him from going insane.
His captors - Julia Argent and her twin Jamie Argent certainly knew how to hide. They made him wear a different face every time they were in a crowded area and made him wear blue contacts. He was never recognised, only ignored when he looked at people with silent pleas for help.
Julia's favourite game was to throw him out of the van and make him run while they chased him. He was fast sure - but the punishment when they caught him made him run faster.
He shook his head free of the memories.
He had to wash up in the shower of the caravan Jamie bought first, then he would drive up to the river with their ashes and dump them. He killed them by making them name their own organs, and then he incinerated them into ashes, so there was lots of blood to clean up.
Luckily they had bleach in the cupboard.
It took him hours to clean.
He wanted to get back home ASAP, but he knew he had things to do first, like find out where the FUCK he was and how long he was gone.
But before that he needed wolfsbane and sleep