Vincent pov
A large amount of water poured over me jolts me awake. I have no idea when or how I passed out, but if I know anything, it's that I'm chained to a goddamn wall. Now I understand how Enya felt.
Someone's fist collides with my jaw, and as I spit out some blood, I wish the bastard would show his face. I'm getting out of here no matter what, and after this, every man involved in this shit should pray for his life. I won't let anyone get away when it's over.
"Wakey, wakey, Alpha," the same shithead who hit me speaks up. He laughs, and everyone else in the room immediately joins his example. I feel like I'm trapped at a shitty school party, and no other shifters besides the hyenas have decided to join in. Their laughter is disgusting. I'd rather listen to Aros whine than these men.