“Now B,” I yell as she bucks. For someone sleep deprived, starved and dehydrated, the little bitch sure can fight. I don’t know how long we can hold her like this before she breaks her arms to get free.
He moves quickly, getting behind her and wrapping an arm around her neck. He locks his other arm at his elbow and applies pressure.
We let go of her arms as she gasps and sputters. Red grabs on to Bravo’s arm and digs her nails in. She has 5 of the fake ones left, but the pain doesn’t faze him and he refuses to letgo. It only takes a few seconds before she slows down. Because her brain lacks oxygen, Red sags and falls limp in his hold.
B keeps the sleeper choke for a few more seconds before letting go. She falls forward, landing face first in the dirt.
“Well, that was fucking exciting. Can’t wait till she plays the game for hand to hand combat.” Bravo jokes and adjusts his cock. Of course the fucker is hard. Charlie nudges her with his foot, making sure she’s out.
“Go grab a knockout cocktail. We are better off if we keep her under, gotta get her cleaned and patched up.” I tell Charlie as I bend down and unlock her ankle chain.
I leave the cuff on her and pick her up. Her head falls backwards as I hold her bridal style. “B, call Uncle, she’ll need an IV. I can stitch her, but beyond injecting people with drugs, I don’t know my way around a vein.”
I head for the door, crossing the open area of the basement, and kick open the door to the dungeon. My feet carry me towards the bed that we put in here. There are a lot of other toys that I can’t wait to try, like the St. Andrew’s Cross, spanking bench and suspension chains. But those will have to wait for another day.
Tossing her onto the mattress, I go to the wall and grab some rope from the hook. I tie her down using the anchors that are in the head and footboard. When I’m done, Red’s tied in an X in the middle of the bed with a limb pulled to each corner.
As I’m finishing the last knot on her foot, Charlie comes in holding a needle. “Bravo says Uncle will be here in 2 hours. He’s on a job.” He updates me as he walks to her and sticks the needle into her neck.
“Guess I’ll go get some rags and water. We will have to sponge bathe her for now,” I say as I head to thedoor.
“Shestinks of piss, shit, and stale pussy,” Charlie says.
“Our Red is an interesting creature. She’ll fit in perfectly,” I state.
Eventually.
Chapter 16
Alpha leaves the room, the door shutting behind him. I took off my mask while I grabbed the syringe. There’s no point in wearing them now. She saw Alpha’s face, so technically she saw all our faces.
I sit down beside her on the bed, taking stock of her body. Grime covers Red, and I cannot see an inch of her pale freckled skin.
Red will be out for a while. It will give us a chance to clean her off, patch up the wounds and get some fluids into her. My mind wanders back to how she acted when we opened the door. Her mind shattered,but she will bounce back. Everyone shatters at least once. She looks like the devil I refer to her as.
Absolutely stunning, even while looking like a troll. My hand traces her side, moving to the underside of her tit. Her breasts are massive, probably the biggest I’ve ever seen. Not even one of my hands can cover the flesh on them.
Alpha returns carrying a new bucket filled with water. I can see steam rising from it, so at least that will help warm her up. He sets it down beside the bed near me.
“You got this, bro? I’m gonna throw some new dirt in her cell and clean it up a bit. I changed the hose out for the showerhead. She earned that much. When she’s awake and human, she can take a supervised shower,” he tells me.
“Let me guess, you're nominating yourself for that job? I got this. I’ll let you know when I’m done. She’ll probably need a stitch or two on her leg from her claws ripping them open. Also, the bite mark on her wrist. From the blood caked in her hair, she probably bashed her skull open too.”
He gives me a nod and heads out. I stand up, reach into the bucket and pull out the cloth. Taking a moment, my eyes trace every part of her. I shift to her head and start with her face. Her doll-like features are caked in crustedblood, dirt and tears. I end up having to rinse the rag twice before I’m finally greeted with her dotted face.
Her broken nose is crooked and has a split on the bridge. Full lips cracked and chapped from lack of water. Red’s eyes are swollen shut even though she’s asleep, puffy and red. Bruises will soon form around them from the broken nose.
I part her hair, noting all the bald spots, and clean them up. I find the cut on her head from her banging her skull into the wall. Not too big, but definitely needs stitches. I can’t wash her hair while she’s in the bed, but I can do my best.
When her head is taken care of, I rinse the cloth again. The water is a reddish brown and stinks like sweat and filth. I work my way down starting at her neck, taking care as I see marks on her arms from the gouging.
Her fingers are a mess. She still has 5 fake nails and is missing one of her real nails. I clean up the dirt on her hands and the exposed nail bed.
Red’s lost a bit of weight, but her stomach doesn’t have any wounds. She mostly stuck to her arms, legs and head. I rub her breasts as I wash them down.
My hands stop and squeeze them, my fingers digging into the soft flesh. Using my index and thumb, I pinch her nipple gently.
Red would look sexy with nipple piercings.
