Chapter 27
Everything fucking hurts, my head is pounding and my body feels like a train has run me over.
Technically, the brothers ran a train on you.
A groan leaves me as I raise a hand to smack myself in the head to shut up my stupid thoughts, but there’s something on it.
My eyes fly open, and I pull my hand in front of my face. It takes a minute to figure out what the fuck it is, and I fling my other hand up.
Attached to my hands are a set of weird glove mitt things. There are no fingers, and it reminds me of an animal paw. A small lock keeps them secured to my wrists.
I jolt up and immediately regret it as something gets shoved deeper into my ass. I scream and roll to my side. “What the fuc..?”
I crane my head back to see a furry tail-that matches my red hair-sticking out of my body. My asshole clenches, and I moan from the plug that’s lodged in there. Around my hips is a weird belt, and when I attempt to force the plug out, the harness holds it in place.
“Those god damned bastards!” I shout, hoping they are watching me on the camera so they know I’m pissed off. “I’m not a fucking cat, you pieces of shit!”
Carefully, I roll onto my stomach. My ankle chain clanks as I push myself up to my hands and knees.
A jingling fills the room, and I swing my head around to figure out what it is.
I’m back in my room and there’s nothing in here besides my cot.
Even my bucket is missing, but the bathroom door is left open a crack .
I shift to get off the cot, hear the little jingle ring out again, and I freeze. Something shifts around my neck, and I bend my head to see what the fuck it is. I reach my mitten hand up and feel a collar around my neck. On the ring is a bell.
“You got to be fucking kidding me!” I scream and spin on my heels until I’m facing one camera.
“Did you get me a pretty tag too? Oh, oh, let me guess, you put your names and numbers on it in case I get lost.” My toes dig into the dirt that makes up my floor, and I kick a pile towards the door.
I huff and stomp my way towards the bathroom, using my foot to kick the door open so I can slip in. It’s a pain in the ass-literally-to sit down to pee, and I end up hovering over the steel toilet seat.
Piss splashes up from the force of my stream hitting the water at a distance, and I curse under my breath.
The sound of my cell door unlocking rings out as I finish. I don’t bother to fumble with the flusher and leave it unflushed.
My fingers curl into fists in my gloves, and I storm out. “You mother fuc…” I stop in my tracks when I see all three of them standing in my doorway.
“Seems like someone woke up on the wrong side of the cot, hey Al maybe we should get her one of those cute little pet pillows instead.” B states as he crosses his arms over his chest. His Glasgow smile looks sinister as his eyes rove up and down my body.
C stays silent like he always does with his eyes glued to my mound. I cross my arms and use my hands- paws -to cover myself and glare at him. Al clears his throat; his face is cold and unreadable as he stares deep into my soul.
“You might be right, B. Red here does not appreciate what we’ve done for her.” He clicks his tongue in disappointment and shakes his head slightly. Anger bubbles up in me at his words.
“Excuse me?” My voice cracks from the shrill scream I release. “You guys have done fuck all but terrorize, torture and fuck me.”
C chokes and covers his mouth as he coughs while B breaks out into hysterical laughter. Al’s tanned face darkens as his eyebrows narrow. If it were possible, I’m sure steam would pour out of his ears from the furious look he’s giving me.
This feels like a test. If I stop right now, then nothing bad will happen to me. So far, if I spoke up, they have been quick to correct me, but now they just stand there. You could cut the tension in the room with a butter knife. I’m too pissed to be rational and stop my outrage.
I storm forward, stepping into Al’s personal space and cock my hand back to make it seem like I’m going for a slap. He sees it coming, and his hand moves to grab me.
At the last second, I drop my hand and drive my knee up into his groin. Al gags and drops to his knees, cupping his useless dick.
B and C stand there with their mouths wide open as they look at their older brother rolling in pain. B snaps out of it first and lunges towards me.
I scream and turn to bolt, but there’s nowhere to go in this small fucking room. He wraps himself around my body, trapping my arms to my sides as I thrash and kick .
Al slowly stumbles to his feet with the help of his brother, he spits on the dirt and stalks towards us. There’s a slight limp as he moves, but my triumph of knocking him down disappears when he wraps a hand around my throat. He squeezes my windpipe, cutting off my air, and causing me to gasp.
“Oh Red, you fucked up. We were going to feed you later after we had a little bit of fun, but now? You can say bye-bye to food today.” Al’s pupils are blown wide, and I can barely see the emerald in his eyes.
“I heard people get their pets fixed to help with aggression, maybe we should spay you?” His lips curl up with the statement.
Fear racks me with that sentence, tears burn behind my eyes at the threat, but with the pressure on my throat I can’t speak. Can’t beg or apologize.
“Would you like that bitch? I’ll do it myself, slice you open and rip out your fucking womb while you're awake!” Al screams, spit flying from his mouth as his hand tightens.
“NO!”
A voice booms from behind him . Al freezes and lets me go as B’s body stiffens. I cough as air fills my lungs, sucking in sweet oxygen.
It takes a moment to figure out who spoke. Al is staring at C, whose body is trembling with anger.
My jaw drops as I realize it was C who spoke. He doesn’t say anything else, but Al nods at him before turning back to face me. “We will take a rain check on the neutering.” He looks towards his younger brother with a curt nod.
“B let her go, Red can have some alone time while we go set up a game for her.” Al’s voice is deathly calm. As if it didn’t just threaten to rip out my uterus.
He spins on his heels and leaves the room with C trailing behind him. The asshole holding me throws me down to the ground. I huff as my knees slam into the rough dirt.
The door slams shut, and I’m all alone again. “I just had to run my mouth.”
My stomach gurgles with hunger, reminding me it’s been a while since I’ve eaten. Might as well get used to it since I won’t be getting anything anytime soon.