“It’s harder with a moving target,” I tease her, walking over and fisting Winchell’s hair to make him stop moving. I know damn well she has great aim. “Now go.”
“That’s pretty,” Winter murmurs.
Abbott moves over to see what she’s talking about while I make sure Cassidy doesn’t hit me with a nail, great aim or not.
Winchell tries to close his eyes, but that doesn’t help him as Cass moves closer. The nails make a squishing sound as they sink into his eyes, and my lips twist in amusement. Now, his eyelids are also nailed shut.
Stupid Jack hat.
“That’s inventive,” Abbott murmurs.
Cassidy, Shi, and I walk over to where Bellamy is carving a bouquet of flowers into Clara’s side. Now, she hisses in pain each time he cuts her. I suppose everyone’s tolerance for pain lowers after prolonged cutting. Bellamy has a vase, several flowers with leaves, and as he finishes the last one, he digs the knife into Clara’s armpit.
Her high pitched scream makes everyone chuckle, and when he pulls out the knife, the blood slides onto the flowers to give them character.
“Damn, that’s almost poetic,” I admit.
“He’s in art school, right?” Silas asks, now watching Bell’s knife work.
“He’s apprenticing,” Abbott says.
“I’m starting to take commissioned work through the school,” Bellamy explains.
“Huh. Can I commission directly through you yet?” Lyle asks beside me.
I guess we’ve drawn everyone to us.
“You could ask?” Bellamy suggests shyly.
“Good, we will,” Easton says.
“Does anyone want to get a few licks in?” Cassidy asks.
“Oh yeah,” Silas says with a smirk.
All the male alphas take turns beating the shit out of Winchell with bats, while Winter and Bellamy continue their art project on Clara’s skin.
It’s when Winter is picking up a branding kit that I quickly walk over to her.
“I have to heat the brand for you,” I explain. “What do you want it to say?”
“Our bitch,” she says decisively.
Damn. She didn’t even have to think about it. Putting in the letters for her, I set the brand and then turn on the handheld torch. Scooting her out of the way with my hip, I wait till it glows red. The handle remains cool to the touch so I can carefully hand it to her.
“Go for it,” I tell her.
Winter walks over to Clara, and presses it right across her breasts. The bitch whimpers, writhing weakly on the hook, while Winter’s lips curl viciously. Cassidy and Bellamy grin at each other as Winter pulls off the brand.
“Sounds about right,” Cass agrees. “Who is volunteering to help with the dildo lacing?”
“I will,” Shi says.
“The shoe was enough for me,” Bell says with a shudder.
As by divine intervention, the shoe plops out of her cunt and falls to the ground with a clatter.
“Gross,” Winter says with a shudder.
