I realize I’m still wearing the ankle cuff when he unties the rope from my feet. The quiet one bends down and pulls a chain from under the bed. He locks it to my cuff.
I don’t like being leashed, but at least I’ll be able to move rather than lie here. I doubt I’ll be able to walk around though, I hurt all over.
“Good, you’ll call all of us Master or Sir. Just like we discussed before, but I’m Al and he’s C. B will be back soon. You’ll learn how to tell us apart in time. Now I’m gonna untie your hands, don’t do anything stupid.” Al warns me and stares deep into my soul until I nod.
With the way he’s acting, I feel like this is the man who bought me, the one who fucked my pussy as part 1 of my punishment.
But which one is the one who fucked my ass?
Who has the tattoo?
I’ll figure that out later. They might all look the same, but they act differently. Once my arms are untied, I pull them to my chest and slowly sit up, shifting until my back rests against the headboard.
The one he called B comes back holding a tray. The smell hits me, and my stomach screams, knowing there’s food close by. All I see is a bowl, a bread roll, water bottle and some strawberries on a napkin.
My mouth waters as I track it, and I don’t notice when Al gets off the bed. “I have to go though, and will be back tomorrow for yourgame. B and C will take care of you and answer one question each.”
He heads towards the door and leaves without looking or saying anything else. B moves towards the bed and sets the tray down. “Made you some soup; it’s very good and won’t hurt your stomach too much.”
I don’t wait, too scared that he’ll take it away and grab the bowl. Immediately, I tipit up to my mouth, and slurp big mouthfuls back, chewing when I need to. I drain half of it before I pull back and take a deep breath.
“Thank you. It’s good,” I whisper. Being careful to watch my words, I don’t want to go back to the cell alone right now, and I need to be on their good side to prevent that. I know they’ll take me back there, but for tonight I just want to eat and sleep. I pick up the bun next and take a bite. It tastes fresh, and it’s still slightly warm.
It doesn’t take me long to finish all the food. The soup was delicious, though it had a different flavour, almost the same as the weird sandwich meat, and I can’t figure out what spices he put in it.
C picks up the tray and leaves the room while B sits on the bed, keeping his distance. I look at him for a second, trying to pick up any featuresthat might make him different from his brothers. “Are you the one with the tattoo, or was that not real?”
His lips curl up as he smiles, the scar making him look menacing. “Are you sure that’s the one question you want to ask me? Too late, no take backs. Yes, I’m the one with the tattoo, and your mouth looks beautiful when it’s wide open.” He says with a hint of lust in his voice.
C walks back in, stopping me from saying a snarky remark. He’s holding a cloth and approaches the bed.
He points forward and touches my shoulders, guiding me so I’m leaning forward. Then he uses the cloth to wash my back down. They must not have been able to clean it while I was tied down. I rack my brain for a moment, thinking of what to ask for the third one. He must be the one who doesn’t speak if Al and B are talking.
“Are you guys going to kill me?” My voice is a low squeak as my eyes move between the two and land on C. His eyes look gentle as he shakes his head. He touches my shoulder again when he’s done, and I lay back down.
B speaks up again cause he’s the fucking chatty one. “Well, we are going to bed now that you’vebeen fed and asked your questions.” They both start moving away from the bed.
“No! Please don’t leave me alone. I don’t want to be alone.” My eyes fill up, and I can feel the need to start counting rise up in me.
They look at each other for a minute, almost like they are having a silent conversation. C nods and turns back towards the bed.
“He’ll stay with you, at least until you fall asleep. Night Red, see you tomorrow.” B remarks.
I watch B leave, and anger bubbles up as I realize they keep refusing to use my name. They probably don’t even know my real name. It’s as if I’m not a person to them, and I guess in their eyes I’m not. I’m their pet.
My shoulders slump a bit as I think that over. They just want a whore, an obedient doll. I’ll play nice for now until I gain more information.
Information is key.
I’ll play their games.
Be good and try not to get on their bad side in the meantime, but I will not let them break me down.
The last few days.
Weeks?
However long, was just a moment of weakness.
