Pulling the gag out of my suit jacket, I openher mouth and fit the ring in. There’s a lump forming from where I punched her, but I ignoreit as I buckle the straps behind her head, making sure I do the gag one notch too tight. I want to see the leather leave marks on that dotted, snow coloured skin.
The last thing to make her ready for our trip home is the needle. I yank the drug cocktail from my pocket and inject it into her neck. The knockout was to make this easier for me. We have a long drive ahead, and I don’t need her waking up too soon.
My brothers will have everything ready for her arrival. Her new home is already secure and monitored, not that our compound isn’t already locked down like a prison. No one can get in, and she’ll never get out… unless we allow it.
I pick up her limp body and I toss her over my shoulder like a duffle bag of Bravo’s bloody scraps. Trudging through the whorehouse masquerading as a fancy mansion, I make my way outside.
Once I get outside, my matte black SUVis waiting for us. Uncle Felix leans against it, looking every bit of the ex navy seal he is. His black muscle shirt tucked into the green camouflage army pants. Puffing a cigarette, the smoke curling into a French inhale as he blows it out. Uncle has taught us everything we know.
After Bravo snapped and killed our egg donor, I took care of the sperm. We called Uncle as he was the only person we could ever trust. In our eyes, he was our father. He never batted an eye, and that day we learned how to hide a body at the age of 12.
As I approach with our pet, ass jiggling in the corner of my eye, he grins. Moving to open the back door for me. “I see this party went better than the others,” he chuckles and steps aside.I toss Red into the back seat before I answer.
“Way better, and look, I even got a party favour this time!” Both of us let out a laugh as I slam the door closed. He moves to get on the driver’s side while I jump in the back. Uncle knows how I roll and is aware that I’ll be playing to help with my boredom on the drive.
She’s going to be out for a while, so I rip my mask off. All these parties have different masks that they give you when you arrive. I always carry a sharpie with me to mark it myself. I don’t want to blend in with those pieces of shit. I need to stand out.
What we do is art; it’s tasteful and calculated. There’s a specific skill you need to breakdown a person’s mind. Whether it’s torture or simply molding them to be what we desire. That’s our plan for her. We will bend, break and rebuildher into what we want. Not that she has a choice.
As I look at her, I run my hand down my face. My fingers linger over my scar that marks my lower jaw. I trace my Glasgow smile as my eyes take in every inch of her body. The tissue is jagged and rough in some spots. Both sides curling up and ending in the middle of my cheeks. The night it happened flashes through my mind.
It was a normal night. Both of them were drunk again and flying on whatever drugs they could get. CPS had stopped coming for welfare checks, we never understood how the ogre fooled them into believing she was a caring parent every fucking time. But she did, so it continued
Even when our teacher showed proof of the bruises, the worthless bitch smiled and shrugged it off. Saying ‘boys will be boys,’ and claiming it was from us fighting amongst ourselves.
Bravo and I watched helplessly as our deadbeat ‘parents’ held down Charlie. She then took the straight blade razor, and waved it in front of Charlie’s face yelling at him, screaming about how he’d never spoken. She hated it when ‘he ignored her’.
They didn’t know he spoke with us. It was another secret we kept.
Charlie stayed emotionless and took the jeering and insults. She snapped, telling the sperm donor to hold Charlie’s head steady while she carved. My baby brother still didn’t make a sound, not even when they tossed him aside like garbage, leaving him in a pool of his blood.
Once they disappeared back upstairs and it was safe, we rushed to him. We were only 6years old and defenseless to help. Bravo cleaned him up while I grabbed some of my thread. I loved watching one neighbour cross stitch. She felt sorry and gave me some things she didn’t use. Which thankfully came in handy that night.
I stitched his face together as best as I could. Recalling the first aid Uncle taught us. After I finished, Bravo took him to our shared room. Laying him on our paper thin mattress on the floor. As the oldest, I always felt responsible for my brothers, and that night I felt like I had failed Charlie.
When he was sleeping, Bravo found a dagger and a hunting knife. We put the straight blade with Charlie in case he woke up so he couldprotect himself. While we went to the other room in the basement.
I used the dagger to slice my smile while Bravo used the hunting knife. I stitched us up after. We are identical triplets afterall, and we were not gonna allow our younger brother to look any different. Uncle showed up three days later andcleaned our makeshift sutures properly. Though he praised me for thinking fast and doing what I needed to do.
A bump in the road jolts me out of the past and back to the present. Those scared, helpless little boys are gone now and we are what remain. Deranged psychopaths. Lowering my hand, I finish examining her body.
Her breasts spill out around the strappy bondage, her pale skin a canvas of freckles dotting her body like artwork. The messy tangle of red curls that frame her face. A sigh leaves my lipsas I pull out my phone, video calling Bravo. He answers on the second ring, and just as I suspected, Charlie is with him.
Seeing that I ditched the mask, they do the same. I see double of myself. “Figured you guys would want a closer look at our new toy.” My lips curl up as I see the hunger in their eyes.
Chapter 6
Those words send an excited shiver down my spine. Seeing as Alpha has his mask off, we do the same. Charlie knows Uncle is in the car, so he leans in to whisper in my ear. “Tell him to fucking show us already.”
His words make me chuckle as I look at Alpha. “Show us already, don’t tease.” He grins as he pans the phone, showing us the redheaded bombshell we just purchased.
Her outfit hugs her tightly, leaving nothing to the imagination. Our toy has her arms behind her, thanks to the cuffs I know bind her wrists. Her lips pulled aroundthe ring gag that’s wedged in her mouth. Her face and body are speckled and don’t hold a single mark,besides a bruise on her temple and side, which I’m sure she deserved. I long to trace my hunting knife over that perfect skin.
“Come on, unwrap our present. I want to see every inch.” Charlie whispers then elbows me in the ribs, causing me to grunt. “We want to see every inch.”
My older brother moves the phone, propping it up on the passenger seat and using the headrest to hold it in place. Alpha pulls out the dagger that is permanently attached to his hip. We all carry a favourite blade, the same ones from that dreadful night.
He cuts the cheap straps around her chest, nicking the swell of her left tit. I know he did that for me as he grins before moving on. My mouth waters with the bead of blood forming from the cut. My mind races as I wonder what she tastes like.
