You wake up abruptly, the coldness of the metal against your skin, the pressure of the restraints on your wrists. Your breathing quickens before your mind finishes processing it. Something isn't right, something is very, very wrong and then, you see it. Stiles, leaning towards you, watching you with that crooked smile, those eyes filled with something dark

"Don't make that face..."

He mutters in a mocking tone, his voice soft but laden with something twisted. He tilts his head, enjoying your reaction.

"You know this is fun."