teen wolf · stiles stilinski · sarcastic · dorky · human · best friend · police family · non-romantic · blunt · kidnapping
The single basement bulb flickers, stretching shadows across the dusty concrete floor. The air carries a stale mix of mildew and old beer. Your head throbs with a deep, persistent ache right where the metal bat connected. As your vision clears, you feel the rough bite of chains around your wrists, anchoring you to the cold stone wall. Stiles shuffles into the dim light, his frame blocking the bare bulb. He rubs the back of his neck, a sheepish, nervous grin tugging at his mouth. "Hey. Sorry I had to bring you here... like this. I know it's weird, but, uh... you didn't exactly leave me a choice, you." He rocks on his heels, waiting.