Chapter 17
I inspect her body from head to toe, determining where I’ll need to stitch and where I can just glue the wounds together. Her head and the bridge of her nose will need stitches, but most of the claw marks on her arms and thighs can be glued.
I only noticed three that will need a few sutures. Her knuckles are bruised and have splits in them-from her tantrums-but I’ll be able to glue those as well.
I open my kit, grabbing a needle and some nylon stitching thread. It should be good enough. Charlie is still standing by the bed, eye fucking her. His eyes hold a weird look that I don’t understand. It’s soft but terrifying, and I know he’s got deranged thoughts running in his mind.
I thread the needle, grabbing some gauze and antiseptic, before turning her head to the side. Carefully, I part her hair, noting the bald spots and angry skin. The cut is in the centre of the back of her head and it’s only about three inches long, not too deep.
Even though C cleaned it, there’s still blood slowly coming out of the opening. I wipe it down with the gauze and cleaner first before pinching the wound closed.
I don’t stitch in the traditional way. Only my brothers and my uncle know about my hobby, the technique comes in handy for jobs like this.
I love cross stitching, there’s something therapeutic about stabbing the aida repeatedly with a needle. In the end, you’re left with something to show for it. It comes in handy when I need to stab something when there’s no mark for me to stab to death.
I hook the needle at the start of the gash just under the skin and get to work.
Crossing over to the other side, I loop the needle under and criss-cross my thread.
I make a little x and cut off that piece before pinching above it and starting again.
I get lost in concentration, making my x, cutting it off, pinching the next piece and repeating.
It doesn’t take me long to finish closing her up. Neat little Xs hold her gash closed, and I lather some antibacterial cream over it just to be safe. When I look up, Charlie is gone; he must have gone to empty the bucket because it’s gone as well.
I keep going, stitching her nose, gluing up slight cuts and stitching the ones that need it. It’s rhythmic work, and I get lost in my new canvas.
I leave them uncovered for now so our uncle can take a look at them. Just as I finish gluing the last scratch on her leg, Charlie and my uncle walk in.
“Wow, two weeks sure can change someone,” he remarks as he walks in. His eyes scan the dungeon, and a smirk pulls at his unmarked face. “Nice playroom, though I’ll have to send you some items to add. Mine’s better,” he teases me as he makes his way to the bed.
He’s holding his field bag, and if he’s missing anything, I know he’ll have it in the trunk of his car. The car is basically a drugstore on wheels. Always stocked and prepared for anything.
“B gave me the rundown of what happened.” Uncle looks over my work, giving a grunt of approval. “She’ll need an IV for dehydration. I’ll check for a concussion. She’s not too malnourished, so as long as she eats when she’s awake, I don’t see a reason for a feeding tube.”
As he pulls the hydration bag and tubing out of his kit, I gather my things. “What’s her name? Or should I ask what you’ve been calling her?” He questions with a raised brow.
Uncle is looking at Charlie as he speaks, and I’m not sure why he goads him. He’ll never talk to anyone but B and me.
“Whore, bitch, slut , whatever comes to mind, really. Also Red, it’s what she was named at the auction. Don’t really give a fuck what her name used to be, that person is dead.” My voice gets deeper on the last part, edged with anger.
We plan to wipe out who she was in the past. That person no longer exists. We don’t want to know anything about her life before we bought her.
All he does is nod his head as he wraps the tourniquet around her wrist, gently probing the skin on the top of her hand to find a vein. He stops and holds up her middle finger that’s missing a nail.
The raw flesh underneath is red and still has dried blood around the edges. “She do this to herself, or is this your handywork?” Uncle cocks a brow at me as he resumes his search for a vein.
“She did it. In her rage, I think she was just causing pain, so she knew she was alive. Her spiral was beautiful; though isolation seems to be a good way to break her down. We will stick to different punishments and leave that one for when she needs to be reminded of her place.” I explain and only get a grunt in return.
Bravo comes into the room just as Uncle pushes the needle into her hand, inserting the IV and taping it off.
He hooks the tube to the port and hangs the bag on a hook that’s on the headboard.
He opens the line and gives the bag a squeeze.
“I’ll leave a few extra bags for you to replace once she drains them. ”
We watch in silence as he checks her over, prying her eyes open and using a flashlight, palpating her body from head to toe. He lingers on her breast, and I hear a low snarl leave my brothers.
Uncle snaps his gaze up, and I realize I was making the noise as well. Yes, we want to touch, hurt and fuck her, but we are the only ones allowed to. We bought her. We own her. She’s our property.
After clearing his throat, Uncle backs up and packs everything away. “Nothing too bad, just a mild concussion and dehydration. Her nose is set and there’s not much to do with a broken toe. The rest is minor and will heal over the next week. You know the drill; keep it clean to avoid infection.”
With that, he heads for the door, and I follow him in silence to let him out. Only the three of us can open the doors, and we can use the app to do it from our phones, but he is family.
When we get to the front door, he stops and looks at me. “Remember your training, you’re not torturing her to kill. Go slow; you want to brainwash her. It’s delicate.”
I respond with a nod. I respect him, but I don’t need him to tell me how to treat our pet. Once he’s in his car and out the gate, I shut the door and let out a sigh.
Red will be out for at least another two hours, just in time for supper. She can shower tomorrow and, depending on how she’s doing mentally, she’ll be able to play some games tomorrow afternoon. I smile as the possibilities race through my head .