Chapter 1: Plan B

Now it was time for the fun to begin. Theo stood watching Stiles. He watched the way his chest rose and fell in turn. However, Theo soon grew tired of watching. He wanted action. He back handed Stiles across the face, jolting him from his induced slumber.

Stiles' pale brown eyes rose to meet Theo's. His expression quickly cycled through confusion, panic and hatred.

"Wakey, wakey Stiles," said Theo, a wicked smirk forming at one corner of his mouth, "It's time to play..."