She scurries back towards the wall and aims for the door, waiting for me to come back. I look at the timer and see it’s been 7 minutes. Which is a big improvement from last time.
Though it’s still not fast enough, we will work on it. I smirk as I look at my brothers. “Told you she’d win this time, but let’s see where she shoots. I’m guessing chest.”
Bravo laughs and shakes his head. “Nah, she’s gonna aim for your head.”
“Nope, I’m thinking neck. Red is gonna aim high but probably knows she can’t get a headshot. I don’t think she’s ever shot a gun before.” Charlie replies.
I shake my head at their bickering. “Open the door and let’s see. 50 bucks to whoever wins!” Charlie unarms the door from his phone and gives me a nod.
I’ll have to chat with him later about last night. While I was watching the footage, I heard him speak to her. Just one sentence, but that is one line more than he’s said to anyone besides us. She was half asleep, so I don’t think she remembers.
I push the door open, and as soon as I step in, I hear the gunfire. The rubber bullet whizzes through the space between us and hits me in the knee. I crumble as pain lancesup my thigh and clutch my leg.
“Mother fucker! Did you have to go for my kneecap?” It doesn’t hurt as much as a real bullet, but it doesn’t tickle.
She looks shocked and scared, probably not understanding why there’s no blood. “What? How?” She stands up, and I can see her hands shake, the gun falling to the dirt.
“You said that was my ticket out!” Her voice cracks as her anger flows. I know she’s been biting her tongue since we let her out of her time out. It’s nice to see the brat isn’t fully gone.
I get to my feet, bending my knee a little and wiggling it in the air. “Yes, I did, but did you think I’d let you go? I meant out of this room. You won, but technically you failed. Don’t worry, today’s punishments will get tallied and doled out tonight.” I state matter-of-factly like we are discussing the weather and not her captivity, as I walk towards her and bend down, picking up the gun.
“The knee isn’t a killing blow. Always go for the kill. Are you fucking stupid? If that was a real round, you could have got rid of me and at least had a better chance of getting out. Though my brothers won’t let you go either, and if you killed me they’d make what has happened so far seem like a vacation.” I chastise her.
Red’s eyes bulge as she shakes her head in disbelief. “Kill? No! It’s wrong, I can’t kill someone.” Her voice squeaks as it rises a few octaves.
I can’t contain my chuckle as I bend down and unlock her ankle. “Round two will be out in the game room. Master C has everything set up.”
When I stand back up, I tower over her short frame and grab her face roughly, my index and thumb resting on either side of her lips, and I squeeze her jaw.
“This is a kill or be killed world. You’ll learn, but get rid of any morals you have. Besides, the predators out there don’t give a fuck. They’ll hunt you down and shit you out. You’re lucky that the ones you’re trapped with want to train you. We could just release you out into the woods and chase you like the little prey you are.” I soak up the fear in her eyes. When I let her go, I give her a light slap on the cheek.
I step aside and hold out an arm pointed towards the door where my brothers are standing, watching us like hawks.
“Round 2 awaits, so far you’re at 5 lashes for losing that round. I’d suggest winning the next, or your night’s gonna be a painful one.” I tell her.
Red swallows sharply, and it echoes in the silence as I let her soak up that information. Red steps around me, but keeps her eyes locked with mine like she’s scared to look away.
The thrill of knowing I’m causing her such panic is exhilarating. Tonight is going to befun.
For us at least.
Chapter 23
I honestly thought the bullet was real, a chance to cripple him and get away. I’ve seen them with the key to my chain in their pockets, so I just had to get it.
My entire plan was to wound him, grab the key, lock him in my room and bolt. Now that I think about it, it was fucking stupid. The other 2 slipped my mind. If I did manage to hurt their brother, they would have stopped me.
“Come on, Red,” I hear one of them call out. That gets me moving, and I inch towards the door. Since I was purchased, I’ve only been inhere, and well, the sex room last night. I’m not sure what to expect when I step out.
Outside my cell is an open room. The walls and floor are cement, and pushed against the wall is a table on wheels. It reminds me of a hospital gurney, but this one’s made of metal with straps hanging off its sides.
More like a table you’d see in an insane asylum.
“Welcome to the game room, Red.” B says as he steps forward.
“Stop calling me that, my name’s...” Before I can finish, he steps up into my personal space and raises his hand. My head flings to the side as the fucker slaps me across the face.
My brain rattles in my skull and makes me feel queasy, my cheek throbs from the impact, and I cup my face as I glare daggers at him
