Chapter 15
I’m sitting in the living room when my phone dings with a new message. I pull it out and see Bravo’s name in the group chat.
I pull up the app and look at her feed. Blood pours off her wrist, and she’s slamming her head into the wall. She’s laughing like a fucking lunatic. Red turns her head to face the wall and starts beating her face against it.
Oh fuck!
I take off towards the hall. I don’t need to let my brothers know, cause I can hear their feet pounding down the stairs heading towards me.
One of us always had eyes on the cameras. I know Charlie has spent some nights just watching her. My youngest brother rarely sleeps because of his demons.
Every time I check the footage, I watch her dive deeper into the crazy rabbit hole. It took her 5 days to run out of food, and she ran out of water on day 7.
The body can go 3 days without water. It’s day 9 since Bravo gave her the bag. The last time I checked the cameras, she was ripping out her hair.
Hair grows back, and Red’s is so thick that I doubt she could rip it all out. That was yesterday morning.
The longest we let her sleep at one time was 4 hours. She’s been muttering and talking to herself in hushed tones for days, though we haven’t been able to pick up what she’s saying. Only seeing her lips move ever so slightly.
“Red’s going mad, and it’s perfect. I didn’t expect isolation to work so well for her.” I announce as we all meet up.
“Who’s going in? She might lash out.” Charlie starts as he beats me to the bookcase and throws it open.
“Yes, she’s dehydrated, but if her fight-or-flight kicks in, there’s no telling what she’ll do.” Bravo is right behind me as we hurry down the stairs.
I grab my mask off the hook and pull it over my head. “We all go in; me and C will try to subdue her. Worse comes to worse, you come up behind and put her in a sleeper hold. We will keep her eyes off you so you can sneak up on her.”
I’m thinking on the spot as I didn’t think of her fighting when we came up with this plan. Though if she punches me, it will just make my dick hard. I’m stronger than her and have been punched by men who have more than 100 pounds on her.
I look down at the camera feed again. She’s rocking back and forth again. But Red’s eyes hold a wild look.
There’s a steady stream of dark crimson coming from her nose, her lips tinged, and she darts her tongue out to lick it up. It’s crooked, so she most likely busted it. I know Charlie said she probably broke her toe from her kicking tantrum with the wall, and B mentioned her clawing up her legs.
“Once we get control of the feral girl, we will clean her up and see to the damage. We don’t need a broken, useless toy,” I state and they both nod.
I unlock the door and push it open. The stench hits me and I suppress a gag. “Fuck! This smells like B’s room.”
When I look at her, she’s licking her lips, then pops her bloody finger into her mouth, sucking on it like it’s a lolly pop.
She moans around it and looks up to meet my eyes. B and C are behind me in the doorway. She can’t run past us, but we still gotta be careful.
“One, two, three, beep. No, there’s one.
No, there's no one. Only me. Me, me, me. And beep. Beep beep beep. Beep will never leave. Losing it. 1 Mississippi, 2 Mississippi, 3 Mississippi,” Red counts as her hand reaches up to her hair, grabbing a chunk and giving it a pull.
For a moment we are all frozen as we stare at our manic toy.
Bravo pipes up first, breaking the silence. “What are you counting?” He’s going the good cop route, trying to get her to calm down enough for us to knock her out.
“10 Mississippi, until, 12 Mississippi, hallucination stops, 15 Mississippi.” She tells us as if the answer is obvious.
Red moves to the edge of the cot and stands up. Her legs wobble slightly, probably from lack of food.
Even covered in dirt, blood, and her bodily fluids, she’s got a sexy body. Red looks like a being from a horror story used to scare children. She starts to pace, not stopping her weird count. The chain drags behind her and the cuff slaps against her ankle.
All three of us step in, leaving the door open. “Put your hands on the wall and stop it. Be good and I’ll go easy on you,” I say sternly. It was obviously the wrong thing to say because her head whips around and glares at me. She reminds me of a feral raccoon.
“You’re not real, you can’t do fuck all to me.” Red snarls, blood and spit dripping as she snaps her teeth and turns her body towards me. “YOU ARE NOT REAL!”
I keep an eye on her, and turn my head slightly in Charlie’s direction. Giving a small nod, he steps beside me and moves to her right while I head to her left. She flicks her head back and forth trying to track us. We move towards her like we are cornering an animal, which I guess we are.
When we get closer, she looks at Charlie and lunges with a growl as she bares her teeth. He sidesteps her and attempts to grab her. Red throws a punch, catching him off guard. I move in, grabbing her mid swing on her next punch.
She twists on her heels and jumps. Climbing me like a tree as she wraps her hands around my neck, her grip is weak but it’s enough to cut off my airflow.
C grabs her around the waist and pulls her away from me. As she’s wrenched away, she grabs my hood, and it goes with her. She looks at me as she kicks her legs, nailing Charlie in the dick. He lets her go and crumbles to his knees with a sharp exhale.
“Emerald eyes,” she says as she backs towards the wall away from Charlie.
She’s not freaking out about my face, which shocks me. Most people would scream in terror, but she only mentions my eyes. Not the jagged scar that mars my lower jaw.
Interesting .
I charge Red as she’s distracted with my eye colour. She balls her fist and tosses a weak punch when I’m in front of her, but I expected it. Grabbing her wrist, I twist her arm and hold it sideways as I pull her away from the wall.
She lets out a screech like a banshee as she crumbles to the dirt. Trying to wiggle out of my hold, Charlie is fast to grab her other wrist and twist it, holding her arm the same way.
He places a hand on her shoulder to guide the movement to prevent popping it out of the joint. We have her on her knees with her arms spread out, elbows pointed up as she leans forward to relieve the pressure.
“Now B,” I yell as she bucks. For someone sleep deprived, starved and dehydrated, the little bitch sure can fight. I don’t know how long we can hold her like this before she breaks her arms to get free.
He moves quickly, getting behind her and wrapping an arm around her neck. He locks his other arm at his elbow and applies pressure.
We let go of her arms as she gasps and sputters.
Red grabs on to Bravo’s arm and digs her nails in.
She has 5 of the fake ones left, but the pain doesn’t faze him and he refuses to let go.
It only takes a few seconds before she slows down.
Because her brain lacks oxygen, Red sags and falls limp in his hold.
B keeps the sleeper choke for a few more seconds before letting go. She falls forward, landing face first in the dirt.
“Well, that was fucking exciting. Can’t wait till she plays the game for hand to hand combat.” Bravo jokes and adjusts his cock. Of course the fucker is hard. Charlie nudges her with his foot, making sure she’s out.
“Go grab a knockout cocktail. We are better off if we keep her under, gotta get her cleaned and patched up.” I tell Charlie as I bend down and unlock her ankle chain.
I leave the cuff on her and pick her up. Her head falls backwards as I hold her bridal style. “B, call Uncle, she’ll need an IV. I can stitch her, but beyond injecting people with drugs, I don’t know my way around a vein.”
I head for the door, crossing the open area of the basement, and kick open the door to the dungeon.
My feet carry me towards the bed that we put in here.
There are a lot of other toys that I can’t wait to try, like the St. Andrew’s Cross, spanking bench and suspension chains.
But those will have to wait for another day.
Tossing her onto the mattress, I go to the wall and grab some rope from the hook. I tie her down using the anchors that are in the head and footboard. When I’m done, Red’s tied in an X in the middle of the bed with a limb pulled to each corner.
As I’m finishing the last knot on her foot, Charlie comes in holding a needle. “Bravo says Uncle will be here in 2 hours. He’s on a job.” He updates me as he walks to her and sticks the needle into her neck.
“Guess I’ll go get some rags and water. We will have to sponge bathe her for now,” I say as I head to the door.
“She stinks of piss, shit, and stale pussy,” Charlie says.
“Our Red is an interesting creature. She’ll fit in perfectly,” I state.
Eventually.