Hair grows back, and Red’s is so thick that I doubt she could rip it all out. That was yesterday morning.
The longest we let her sleep at one time was 4 hours. She’s been muttering and talking to herself in hushed tones for days, though we haven’t been able to pick up what she’s saying. Only seeing her lips move ever so slightly.
“Red’s going mad, and it’s perfect. I didn’t expect isolation to work so well for her.” I announce as we all meet up.
“Who’s going in? She might lash out.” Charlie starts as he beats me to the bookcase and throws it open.
“Yes, she’s dehydrated, but if her fight-or-flight kicks in, there’s no telling what she’ll do.” Bravo is right behind me as we hurry down the stairs.
I grab my mask off the hook and pull it over my head. “We all go in; me and C will try to subdue her. Worse comes to worse, you come up behind and put her in a sleeper hold. We will keep her eyes off you so you can sneak up on her.”
I’m thinking on the spot as I didn’t think of her fighting when we came up with this plan. Though if she punches me, it will just make my dick hard. I’m stronger than her and have been punched by men who have more than 100 pounds on her.
I look down at the camera feed again. She’s rocking back and forth again. But Red’s eyes hold a wild look.
There’s a steady stream of dark crimson coming from her nose, her lips tinged, and shedarts her tongue out to lick it up. It’s crooked, so she most likely busted it. I know Charlie said she probably broke her toe from her kicking tantrum with the wall, and B mentioned her clawing up her legs.
“Once we get control of the feral girl, we will clean her up and see to the damage. We don’t need a broken, useless toy,” I state and they both nod.
I unlock the door and push it open. The stench hits me and I suppress a gag. “Fuck! This smells like B’s room.”
When I look at her, she’s licking her lips, then pops her bloody finger into her mouth, sucking on it like it’s a lolly pop.
She moans around it and looks up to meet my eyes. B and C are behind me in the doorway. She can’t run past us, but we still gotta be careful.
“One, two, three, beep. No, there’s one. No, there'sno one. Only me. Me, me, me. And beep. Beep beep beep. Beep will never leave. Losing it. 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi,” Red counts as her hand reaches up to her hair, grabbing a chunk and giving it a pull. For a moment we are all frozen as we stare at our manic toy.
Bravo pipes up first, breaking the silence. “What are you counting?” He’s going the good cop route, trying to get her to calm down enough for us to knock her out.
“10 Mississippi, until, 12 Mississippi, hallucination stops, 15 Mississippi.” She tells us as if the answer is obvious.
Red moves to the edge of the cot and stands up. Her legs wobble slightly, probably from lack of food.
Even covered in dirt, blood, and her bodily fluids, she’s got a sexy body. Red looks like a being from a horror story used to scare children. She starts to pace, not stopping her weird count. The chain drags behind her and the cuff slaps against her ankle.
All three of us step in, leaving the door open. “Put your hands on the wall and stop it. Be good and I’ll go easy on you,” I say sternly. It was obviously the wrong thing to say because her head whips around and glares at me. She reminds me of a feral raccoon.
“You’re not real, you can’t do fuck all to me.” Red snarls, blood and spit dripping as she snaps her teeth and turns her body towards me. “YOU ARE NOT REAL!”
I keep an eye on her, and turn my head slightly in Charlie’s direction. Giving a small nod, he steps beside me and moves to her right while I head to her left. She flicks her head back and forth trying to track us. We move towards her like we are cornering an animal, which I guess we are.
When we get closer, she looks at Charlie and lunges with a growl as she bares her teeth. He sidesteps her and attempts to grab her. Red throws a punch, catching him off guard. I move in, grabbing her mid swing on her next punch.
She twists on her heels and jumps. Climbing me like a tree as she wraps her hands around my neck, her grip is weak but it’s enough to cut off my airflow.
C grabs her around the waist and pulls her away from me. As she’s wrenched away, she grabs my hood, and it goes with her. She looks at me as she kicks her legs, nailing Charlie in the dick. He lets her go and crumbles to his knees with a sharp exhale.
“Emerald eyes,” she says as she backs towards the wall away from Charlie.
She’s not freaking out about my face, which shocks me. Most people would scream in terror, but she only mentions my eyes. Not the jagged scar that mars my lower jaw.
Interesting.
I charge Red as she’s distracted with my eye colour. She balls her fist and tosses a weak punch when I’m in front of her, but I expected it. Grabbing her wrist, I twist her arm and hold it sideways as I pull her away from the wall.
She lets out a screech like a banshee as she crumbles to the dirt. Trying to wiggle out of my hold, Charlie is fast to grab her other wrist and twist it, holding her arm the same way.
He places a hand on her shoulder to guide the movement to prevent popping it out of the joint. We have her on her knees with her arms spread out, elbows pointed up as she leans forward to relieve the pressure.
