Chapter 28
Charlie shoulder checks me as he passes. Bravo pops out of Red’s room and locks the door behind him. “What the fuck, Alpha! That was not part of the plan.”
Charlie’s body is shaking with rage as he paces back and forth. I look towards Bravo, who shakes his head. He’s just as confused as me.
“I wasn’t serious, bro. I only said it to scare her.” Slowly, I approach him and rest a hand on his shoulder. The tension melts, and he lets out a shuddering breath.
“You know before anything happens, we discuss it as a group.” My baby brother hangs his head and nods.
“I know, I don’t know why that pissed me off, but it just did.” Charlie sucks in a breath and shakes his head.
“Anyway, what are you going to do for her punishment? How’s your nuts feeling?” He cocks an eyebrow with a grin.
Bravo chuckles behind us and steps forward to join our little circle. “Yeah, she got you good, bro.” I smack them both up the side of the head with a groan.
“Shut it or I’ll knee you both so you can feel my pain.” Charlie rubs the back of his head as he scoffs. Bravo simply laughs like the crazy dude he is and turns to face Red’s door.
“She hasn’t learned to shut her mouth yet, any ideas? We could do an old-fashioned whipping again, but her back is still a little bruised up from last night.” B muses, tapping his chin with his index finger in thought.
Red was so angry with the pet gear that I don’t think she registered the pain from the lashes we gave her. “We might have to up the pain a little. How do we feel about starting the torture training games?”
I look at Charlie as I speak. My little brother is more attached to Red than we are at the moment. He was always the softer one of the three of us.
I make a mental note to keep an eye on him. Sure, me and B like her warm hole, but we aren’t smitten like Charlie.
Having a female to use on jobs will be beneficial. In the hitman world there are only a handful of femme fatales , and they work alone. It’s almost impossible to get any of them to join in on a job.
With Red, we won’t have to worry about finding someone if the job calls for a woman’s touch. We can’t risk Red being taken by someone and then torturing her for information. She’ll sing like a choir boy and we’re all screwed.
We’ve spoken a bit about this already and agreed it would be something we’d need to put her through. The three of us have been tortured before, and while it’s not fun, we’ve never cracked. I remember I was close until my brother busted me out.
Bravo claps his hands and is practically jumping with joy. “Yes, yes, yes! I'm excited for that.” He casts a look at Charlie, who nods in agreement. “Perfect! What do we want to do first? We could take a fingy , or just slice her up.”
The smart thing to do would be to start off slow and build up, but Red pissed me off, so I don’t care at the moment. I hold up my hand as the idea comes to mind.
“I know what we can do.” Wrapping an arm around each of them, I lead them towards the stairs as I go over the plan.
Bravo drags Red out of her room and I watch in satisfaction as her eyes widen at our setup. This girl looks completely different compared to the one I bought at the auction house.
Bruises litter her skin. Her face is thinner from the lack of feedings, hair a tangled matted mess , and I know her hands are a mangled disaster under the paws.
The minor cuts from her scratch fest are healing. Her eyes are still rimmed slightly in black from when she broke her nose. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say this thing of a person was a walking corpse!
She stares at the small plastic chair in the centre of the game room. Beside it is our toy for this evening’s activities tucked under a blanket. “Hello Red, nice of you to join us.”
She narrows her eyes at me and straightens her spine. “That’s not my fucking name. It’s..” Bravo’s hand darts out, grabbing her neck firmly.
“What did we say about your old name? Maybe this will help you forget it.” Bravo drags her towards the chair and forces her ass onto it. Red yelps, shifting her ass cheek until the tail on the silicon plug sticks out the back of the chair.
Charlie quickly grabs her hands and cuffs them to the armrest, then he moves on to her ankles. When she’s as snug as a bug, Bravo lets go of her throat. Red gasps and coughs, raising her hands until the leather cuffs pull tight.
“There, you comfy?” I mock as I reach into my pocket. My hand finds the thick 9 inch nails I grabbed from my toolkit as I watch her closely. Charlie moves to stand next to the lumpy blanket, waiting for my command.
“So relaxing, I’ll make sure to give you guys a 5 star review on air bnb when I get out of here.” She snaps at me. Bravo cackles, grabbing his chest as he bends over. I step forward and punch her in the mouth with my free hand. Red’s head whips backwards as she lets out a pained cry.
She lifts her head and spits out a mouthful of blood. A split runs down the middle of her bottom lip as she levels her eyes on me. “Fucking asshole.” My hand wraps tighter around the nails in my pocket as I smile at her. I pull them out, keeping them hidden in my palm.
I clap my hands together so I can shift one into my other hand. “Here is what’s gonna happen, Red.” I lift both hands and drive the nails halfway into her thighs.
Red lets out an ear shattering screech as I dig the iron in deeper. Blood drips from the holes surrounding the nails. Crimson really is her colour. Stepping back, I wave a hand at Charlie, and he lifts the blanket.
A small black battery with jumper cables sits beneath it, and Red’s face turns whiter than a sheet. “Since you still have some spark, we figured we’d give you some more.”
Panic takes over her face, and she thrashes in the chair. Bravo moves behind it and grips her shoulders to steady her.
He leans his head down so his lips graze her ear and chuckles. “What? Nothing to say now?”
Bravo bites her earlobe, and she flinches away from him. Charlie hands me the cables, and I click the prongs together. Small sparks zap between them as they touch.
Red whimpers and shrinks back into the chair. “Please don’t, I-I-I’ll be good.”
I tsk and shake my head as I lean closer to her face, lining the prongs up with the nails in her thighs. “I don’t believe you.”
Bravo backs up as I jam the cable clamps onto the iron sticking out of her legs. Red’s mouth opens on a silent scream as her head arches back. Her body is stiff as the volts of electricity rush through her body. I hold it for 10 seconds before stepping back.
Red’s body slumps forward as her chest heaves. Blood and spit drip from her mouth as she pants for air. I give her a moment to catch her breath before I press the cables back on the iron. Her body shakes in the chair as I zap her. Bravo and Charlie move to stand beside me, watching her closely.
I don’t want to stop her heart, simply send a message not to fuck with us. When I step back, Red sags forward again and pukes on her lap. The scent of burning flesh and vomit fills the game room. The skin around the nails smokes and is charred.
“P-p-p-please..” Red’s hoarse voice is barely above a whisper. It cracks near the end as she sucks in air. I look towards my brothers, and they give me a nod to keep going.
“Tell me, what is your name?” I muse. Red takes a moment and casts her eyes up to mine. Defiance burns in her gaze, and I know she’s not going to tell me what I want to hear.
“Very well.” I press the cables to the nails again. Her arms and legs shake from muscle spasms. After 15 seconds, I give her another break.
“Tell me, Red. What are our names?” I wave a hand between our bodies. Her eyes flutter, and I can see the glazed look of agony. My cock throbs behind my zipper.
She presses her lips together, refusing to answer. It’s only been a few weeks. I know it will take time before she’ll call us by our honorifics. Red’s lips twitch slightly, and a soft wisp of air escapes.
I lean forward to hear what she has to say. Red lifts her head and hawks a loogie of blood and snot at my face. The combo drips off my chin, and I stand up, using the back of my hand to wipe it off.
Bravo snickers and claps his hands in amusement. “Ooh, fuck her up, brud. First your nuts and now more disrespect. Beat her ass, or should I say zap.”
I growl and narrow my eyes at her. “Stupid little bitch. Don’t worry, maybe this will help you learn some manners or respect. ”
I squeeze the clamps open and hook them to the nails and step back. Red screams as she bucks and kicks out. Her arms and legs only move a few inches before the cuffs bring up. Charlie moves to stand beside the battery, his eyes waiting for my signal.
After 30 seconds, I give him a nod, and he unclips the cables from the battery. Red flops back into the chair, her head hanging off the backrest. Bravo presses a finger to her neck and nods. “Got a pulse. She just passed out.”
Bravo wraps his hands around the iron nails and yanks them out. The wounds gush a small spurt of coagulated blood, considering the hole is cauterized already. Charlie coils up the cable and grabs the nails from B, while he unties Red and picks her up.
“Set her on the bed in the dungeon. I’ll get some water and clean her up a bit.” C sets the cords and iron nails down by the battery and heads towards her cell.
“Hold on.” I pick up the blanket that we had over the battery and start towards the playroom in front of Bravo. I fan it out and cover the bed before pointing at it. “She’s covered in vomit. This way we just have to toss this one instead of all the sheets on the bed.”
As B sets her down, Charlie comes in with the bucket and a rag. “She’ll be out for a while. I’ll take her back to her cell. There’s something I want to do before she wakes up.”