She doesn’t move, but a low moan comes out of her drugged up lips. I force myself to release them and move on to her stomach, continuing her bath.
I stop after I wash her stomach, toss the cloth in the bucket, and pick it up by the handle. I need to change it. The water is brown as it swirls down the drain. I fill it up with hot water and add the body wash she used over a week ago.
When I go back, her head is turned towards the door as she sleeps. I continue where I left off, cleaning her thighs and the marks on them. My hand lingers as I scrub her pussy and lift her hips to get her asshole.
There’s still a little bit of blood from where we fucked her. I know she tried to clean herself, but the rag I gave her wasn’t wet by the time she cleaned up.
As I stare at her folds, I can’t stop myself. My mouth waters at the sight of her puffy pink lips. Her sleeping body is pliant and relaxed. Red won’t be able to protest.
Just a little taste.
Climbing onto the bed, I get between her splayed legs, I bend my head down, and take a deep inhale. She’s so fucking sweet. My tongue caresses the skin between her entrance and asshole, dragging the appendage up slowly.
Holy fuck.
Before I have a chance to feast, Alpha walks in. He stares from the doorway, his kit in hand. He doesn’t say a word for a moment. Then he breaks out in a loud roar of laughter.
“As much as I hate to ruin your fun, Uncle will be here soon, and I got to stitch her up.” Al shuts the door and makes his way towards the bed, looking over her body.
“I just got her calves and feet left to wash. I couldn’t get her back,” I tellhim. Reluctantly, I push up from between her legs and dip my hand in the water.
I finish washing her while Alpha checks over the damage. He whistles long and low when he looks at the back of her head. “She really knocked herself around, probably gave herself a concussion.” He looks at her nose, putting his thumbs on either side.
Uncle is our go to body fix it dude. He spent time in the military as a medic.
“Remember when Uncle taught you a few things, like setting certain bones and how to properly stitch up gashes? You've come a long way since you stitched up our cheeks.”
Alpha chuckles. “Yeah, now I'm stitching up whores.”
I watch as he quickly sets her nose. The crack echoes around the room, blood spurts out of it, but he grabs a piece of gauze and cleans it up.
“Bravo is making her some soup for when she wakes up, and warned us not to touch it.” He grins and gives a wink, which makes me laugh.
We don’t judge our brother’s exotic taste in food, but we aren’t fans of eating human flesh. But Red? Well, she was told there are no substitutions, plus she has no fucking choice butto eat what we give her.
Chapter 17
I inspect her body from head to toe, determining where I’ll need to stitch and where I can just glue the wounds together. Her head and the bridge of her nose will need stitches, but most of the claw marks on her arms and thighs can be glued.
I only noticed three that will need a few sutures. Her knuckles are bruised and have splits in them-from her tantrums-but I’ll be able to glue those as well.
I open my kit, grabbing a needle and some nylon stitching thread. It should be good enough. Charlie is still standing by the bed, eyefucking her. His eyes hold a weird look that I don’t understand. It’s soft but terrifying, and I know he’s got deranged thoughts running in his mind.
I thread the needle, grabbing some gauze and antiseptic, before turning her head to the side. Carefully, I part her hair, noting the bald spots and angry skin. The cut is in the centre of the back of her head and it’s only about three inches long, not too deep.
Even though C cleaned it, there’s still blood slowly coming out of the opening. I wipe it down with the gauze and cleaner first before pinching the wound closed.
I don’t stitch in the traditional way. Only my brothers and my uncle know about my hobby, the technique comes in handy for jobs like this.
I love cross stitching, there’s something therapeutic about stabbing the aida repeatedly with a needle. In the end, you’re left with something to show for it. It comes in handy when I need to stab something when there’s no mark for me to stab to death.
I hook the needle at the start of the gash just under the skin and get to work. Crossing over to the other side, I loop the needle under and criss-cross my thread. I make a little x and cut off that piece before pinching above it andstarting again. I get lost in concentration, making my x, cutting it off, pinching the next piece and repeating.
It doesn’t take me long to finish closing her up. Neat little Xs hold her gash closed, and I lather some antibacterial cream over it just to be safe. When I look up, Charlie is gone; he must have gone to empty the bucket because it’s gone as well.
I keep going, stitching her nose, gluing up slight cuts and stitching the ones that need it. It’s rhythmic work, and I get lost in my new canvas.
I leave them uncovered for now so our uncle can take a look at them. Just as I finish gluing the last scratch on her leg, Charlie and my uncle walk in.
