Chapter 16
Alpha leaves the room, the door shutting behind him. I took off my mask while I grabbed the syringe. There’s no point in wearing them now. She saw Alpha’s face, so technically she saw all our faces.
I sit down beside her on the bed, taking stock of her body. Grime covers Red, and I cannot see an inch of her pale freckled skin.
Red will be out for a while. It will give us a chance to clean her off, patch up the wounds and get some fluids into her.
My mind wanders back to how she acted when we opened the door.
Her mind shattered, but she will bounce back.
Everyone shatters at least once. She looks like the devil I refer to her as.
Absolutely stunning, even while looking like a troll. My hand traces her side, moving to the underside of her tit. Her breasts are massive, probably the biggest I’ve ever seen. Not even one of my hands can cover the flesh on them.
Alpha returns carrying a new bucket filled with water. I can see steam rising from it, so at least that will help warm her up. He sets it down beside the bed near me.
“You got this, bro? I’m gonna throw some new dirt in her cell and clean it up a bit. I changed the hose out for the showerhead. She earned that much. When she’s awake and human, she can take a supervised shower,” he tells me.
“Let me guess, you're nominating yourself for that job? I got this. I’ll let you know when I’m done. She’ll probably need a stitch or two on her leg from her claws ripping them open. Also, the bite mark on her wrist. From the blood caked in her hair, she probably bashed her skull open too.”
He gives me a nod and heads out. I stand up, reach into the bucket and pull out the cloth.
Taking a moment, my eyes trace every part of her.
I shift to her head and start with her face.
Her doll-like features are caked in crusted blood, dirt and tears.
I end up having to rinse the rag twice before I’m finally greeted with her dotted face.
Her broken nose is crooked and has a split on the bridge. Full lips cracked and chapped from lack of water. Red’s eyes are swollen shut even though she’s asleep, puffy and red. Bruises will soon form around them from the broken nose.
I part her hair, noting all the bald spots, and clean them up. I find the cut on her head from her banging her skull into the wall. Not too big, but definitely needs stitches. I can’t wash her hair while she’s in the bed, but I can do my best.
When her head is taken care of, I rinse the cloth again. The water is a reddish brown and stinks like sweat and filth. I work my way down starting at her neck, taking care as I see marks on her arms from the gouging.
Her fingers are a mess. She still has 5 fake nails and is missing one of her real nails. I clean up the dirt on her hands and the exposed nail bed.
Red’s lost a bit of weight, but her stomach doesn’t have any wounds. She mostly stuck to her arms, legs and head. I rub her breasts as I wash them down.
My hands stop and squeeze them, my fingers digging into the soft flesh. Using my index and thumb, I pinch her nipple gently.
Red would look sexy with nipple piercings.
She doesn’t move, but a low moan comes out of her drugged up lips. I force myself to release them and move on to her stomach, continuing her bath.
I stop after I wash her stomach, toss the cloth in the bucket, and pick it up by the handle. I need to change it. The water is brown as it swirls down the drain. I fill it up with hot water and add the body wash she used over a week ago.
When I go back, her head is turned towards the door as she sleeps. I continue where I left off, cleaning her thighs and the marks on them. My hand lingers as I scrub her pussy and lift her hips to get her asshole.
There’s still a little bit of blood from where we fucked her. I know she tried to clean herself, but the rag I gave her wasn’t wet by the time she cleaned up.
As I stare at her folds, I can’t stop myself. My mouth waters at the sight of her puffy pink lips. Her sleeping body is pliant and relaxed. Red won’t be able to protest.
Just a little taste .
Climbing onto the bed, I get between her splayed legs, I bend my head down, and take a deep inhale. She’s so fucking sweet. My tongue caresses the skin between her entrance and asshole, dragging the appendage up slowly.
Holy fuck.
Before I have a chance to feast, Alpha walks in. He stares from the doorway, his kit in hand. He doesn’t say a word for a moment. Then he breaks out in a loud roar of laughter.
“As much as I hate to ruin your fun, Uncle will be here soon, and I got to stitch her up.” Al shuts the door and makes his way towards the bed, looking over her body.
“I just got her calves and feet left to wash. I couldn’t get her back,” I tell him. Reluctantly, I push up from between her legs and dip my hand in the water.
I finish washing her while Alpha checks over the damage. He whistles long and low when he looks at the back of her head. “She really knocked herself around, probably gave herself a concussion.” He looks at her nose, putting his thumbs on either side.
Uncle is our go to body fix it dude. He spent time in the military as a medic.
“Remember when Uncle taught you a few things, like setting certain bones and how to properly stitch up gashes? You've come a long way since you stitched up our cheeks.”
Alpha chuckles. “Yeah, now I'm stitching up whores.”
I watch as he quickly sets her nose. The crack echoes around the room, blood spurts out of it, but he grabs a piece of gauze and cleans it up.
“Bravo is making her some soup for when she wakes up, and warned us not to touch it.” He grins and gives a wink, which makes me laugh.
We don’t judge our brother’s exotic taste in food, but we aren’t fans of eating human flesh. But Red? Well, she was told there are no substitutions, plus she has no fucking choice but to eat what we give her.