All three of us have deep emerald eyes and dark brown hair that looks black depending on the light. We all have the same workout routine as well.
Our diets are similar except Alpha and I don’t enjoy the same cuts of meat as Bravo. And of course, our faces are allmarked with the same scar. My cheeks throb as a flashback tries to flood my mind, and I give my head a shake, forcing it back.
I never thought this through. How am I supposed to talk to her? I don’t talk to anyone except my brothers. Hell, I don’t even talk to my uncle. But I want to be the one to wash her. It would be so much easier to let her use the shower in her bathroom, but no.
Everything has been planned out; breaking down someone’s mind takes time. She needs to be thankful and grateful for every little thing, and that includes the shower. It’s a process, but soon she’ll be just like us. My hopes are high for her.
Seeing her up on the stage. All that anger, hate, and disgust in her eyes. Her curly red hair and mismatched eyes, she reminds me of a devil, beautiful but dangerous.
I knew she was perfect for us. It will take time, but soon. We will teach her how to thrive in our lifestyle. We are the best in our world, untouchable, the top dog. To everyone else, she’ll look like she stands with us, but in reality, she’ll kneel at our feet.
Alpha will be watching the cameras and will let me out when I’m done. I examine the tray in my hands again. A bottle of water, half asandwich, and a muffin. One of Alpha’s ideas, food control. We own every inch of her, so her body, mind and soul are ours to control.
I just hope she doesn’t lose too much weight. I love her curves and soft belly. Her perfect tits and ass, my hands itchto grab a hold and squeeze.
Stop stalling! I need to get this done.
I look up at the camera outside her door, letting Al know I’m ready. The click of the lock lets me know he’s watching. I use my shoulder to push it open and step in. I keep my body in front of the door until it closes and I hear the lock engage.
My gaze goes to the cot where she’s laying on her side; she must have been napping. Good, she’ll need it for what we have planned for tomorrow.
Her knees are drawn up to her chest, and her arms lock them in place. She’s trying to hide her naked body, but she’ll learn she can’t hide from me. From us.
As I move towards the cot, she bolts upright. Scooting back into the wall as if she thinks she can escape me. The chain around her foot rattles as it hits the metal frame of her bed. Iset the tray beside her and point to it, waving my finger in a ‘no’ motion.
I spin on my heels, picking up her bucket and pulling out the key in my pocket. Her eyes burn into my back as I unlock the bathroom and step in.
I empty the bucket and grab the hose that is hooked where the showerhead will eventually be. Last thing is the cheap shampoo and conditioner.
Stepping back out, I see she didn’t listen to me and she’s enjoying the muffin. She glares daggers at me and lifts her chin as she takes a bite.
I toss the hose and products to the other side of the room before stomping over to her. My hand snaps out and grabs her wrist as she’s mid bite. Taking the treat from her, I toss it to the ground and crush it under my boot for good measure.
If she’s gonna be a brat, we will have to correct her behaviour. She watches in shock as her jaw drops. She scowls and mutters, ‘fucking asshole’ under her breath.
That needs to be corrected too. I backhand her quickly across the lips. A small yelp of surprise comes from her as she covers her mouth. Whenshe locks eyes with me, I shake my head. My gaze holds the rage I feel from the disrespect.
I pull the key, pointing to her ankle then I curl my fingers to tell her to hand me her foot.
The bitch kicks out, catching me in the shin, causing me to stumble for a second. A big grin crosses her lips. It’s perfect, no scars to make it look like it takes up half her face.
“What? Cat got your tongue? You had no issues with words earlier. I’m not a dog that follows hand commands!” She snaps. I hold back a laugh at her choice of words.
Not yet, but soon you’ll drop to your knees with a flick of a finger.
I shove my hand in my pocket and pull out my razor, the same one that was used on me. Flicking it open, I grab the back of her head by her hair and pull her face towards me as she lets out a scream.
I put the blade near her eyebrow, slowly dragging it down her face. I search her eyes for the fear that radiates off her. There’s not enough pressure to cut her. I just want to scare and fuck with her mind.
A single tear pools out of her eye, tracking down her cheek. She trembles and holds her breath. I run the razor down her jaw and brushit against her throat, starting at the right side; I cross it over to the left. A small threat for her to listen. She gulps and sucks in a breath. The terror in her eyes makes my dick harder than steel.
I pull away and let her go, tucking my blade away. She’s still frozen like an animal looking down the barrel of a gun. I use that to my advantage and grab her ankle, pulling it up. The movement causes her to fall back on her cot, but she doesn’t move a muscle.
Unhooking her cuff, I drop her leg and point towards the far wall. It takes a second for her to shake away the fear, but then she jumps up and scurries to the wall. I pick up the hose and aim it at her. When I press the nozzle, the icy water blasts out and slams her in the face.
She coughs and turns her back on the forceful blast from the water to avoid drowning. I wait until she’s dripping and stop. Her teeth are chattering, and she shifts her feet as the dirt under her turns to mud. Her feet will never be clean living here, but oh well.
I flick my chin towards the products I brought out for her. She grabs the shampoo and starts scrubbing her scalp, making a few attempts to break up the knots. When she gives up on that, she grabs the soap and lathers up her body,scrubbing between her thighs. She probably still has blood caked on her pussy.
