“Wow, two weeks sure can change someone,” he remarks as he walks in. His eyes scan the dungeon, and a smirk pulls at his unmarked face. “Nice playroom, though I’ll have to send you some items to add. Mine’s better,” he teases me as he makes his way to the bed.
He’s holding his field bag, and if he’s missing anything, I know he’ll have it in the trunk of his car. The car is basically a drugstore on wheels. Always stocked and prepared for anything.
“B gave me the rundown of what happened.” Uncle looks over my work, giving a grunt of approval. “She’ll need an IV for dehydration. I’ll check for a concussion. She’s not too malnourished, so as long as she eats when she’s awake, I don’t see a reason for a feeding tube.”
As he pulls the hydration bag and tubing out of his kit, I gather my things. “What’s her name? Or should I ask what you’ve been calling her?” He questions with a raised brow.
Uncle is looking at Charlie as he speaks, and I’m not sure why he goads him. He’ll never talk to anyone but B and me.
“Whore, bitch, slut, whatever comes to mind, really. Also Red, it’s what she was named at the auction. Don’t really give a fuck what her name used to be, that person is dead.” My voice gets deeper on the last part, edged with anger.
We plan to wipe out who she was in the past. That person no longer exists. We don’t want to know anything about her life before we bought her.
All he does is nod his head as he wraps the tourniquet around her wrist, gently probing the skin on the top of her hand to find a vein. He stops and holds up her middle finger that’s missing a nail.
The raw flesh underneath is red and still has dried blood around the edges. “She do thisto herself, or is this your handywork?” Uncle cocks a brow at me as he resumes his search for a vein.
“She did it. In her rage, I think she was just causing pain, so she knew she was alive. Her spiral was beautiful; thoughisolation seems to be a good way to break her down. We will stick to different punishments and leave that one for when she needs to be reminded of her place.” I explain and only get a grunt in return.
Bravo comes into the room just as Uncle pushes the needle into her hand, inserting the IV and taping it off. He hooks the tube to the port and hangs the bag on a hook that’s on the headboard. He opens the line and gives the bag a squeeze. “I’ll leave a few extra bags for you to replace once she drains them.”
We watch in silence as he checks her over, prying her eyes open and using a flashlight, palpating her body from head to toe. He lingers on her breast, and I hear a low snarl leave my brothers.
Uncle snaps his gaze up, and I realize I was making the noise as well. Yes, we want to touch, hurt and fuck her, but we are the onlyones allowed to. We bought her. We own her. She’s our property.
After clearing his throat, Uncle backs up and packs everything away. “Nothing too bad, just a mild concussion and dehydration. Her nose is set and there’s not much to do with a broken toe.The rest is minor and will heal over the next week. You know the drill; keep it clean to avoid infection.”
With that, he heads for the door, and I follow him in silence to let him out. Only the three of us can open the doors, and we can use the app to do it from our phones, but he is family.
When we get to the front door, he stops and looks at me. “Remember your training, you’re not torturing her to kill. Go slow; you want to brainwash her. It’s delicate.”
I respond with a nod. I respect him, but I don’t need him to tell me how to treat our pet. Once he’s in his car and out the gate, I shut the door and let out a sigh.
Red will be out for at least another two hours, just in time for supper. She can shower tomorrow and, depending on how she’s doing mentally, she’ll be able to play some games tomorrow afternoon. I smile as the possibilities race through my head.
Chapter 18
The music is playing as I cook while Charlie is down watching Red. He’ll let us know when she wakes but I have to finish her soup before then which gives me about an hour.
I finish chopping the carrots and add them to the bowl of vegetables I have, celery, onions, turnips, and I’ll use noodles for the starch instead of potatoes for this pot.
I have my phone propped on the stand. The video feed to the dungeon displayed on the screen. She’s still sprawled out on the bed, tiedup like a present.
There’s four cameras, and my phone screen is split into boxes that show each one. On camera 3, I zoom in, and her pussy takes up that box.
I move my hips to the beat as I go back to the frying pan. Searing the meat to lock in the flavour. There’s also some garlic, rosemary and thyme. I have my homemade bone broth simmering, and I make sure the meat isn’t burning.
As the beat picks up, I twirl back to the kitchen island, grabbing the vegetables and tossing them in the pot. I give it a stir before pulling out the spoon and taking a taste.
It needs some salt.
Tossing that in and I grab the red wine, pouring some over the meat to glaze the pan. I used stew meat; I had to find the right kind, as I didn’t want too much fat but something tender. I decided on Amanda for the meat, but I used Adam’s bones for the broth.
They were a cute couple, together again for one last meal. Kinda romantic if I do say so myself.
Alpha walks into the kitchen, his nose screwing up. He hates the smell of cooking flesh, but I love it. “Don’t worry, your guys' steaks are over there. I’ll cook supper after I finish the soup.Yes, I’ll wash down the kitchen first. No, I won’t try to trick you. Yes, I know I have before.” I mock him as I toss my head side to side.
He scowls at me but then lets out a chuckle. “Fine, but damn do you have to feed that shit to her? Like, I know we want to fuck her up but do we need another cannibal in this fucked up circus of monkeys?” Al asks as he sits on a stool across from me at the island.
