Chapter 13 #2
I’m still suspicious as hell, but I can recognize kindness. Pack Mayor hasn’t shown any reason not to believe what they tell me. Not yet at least.
“You got it,” Silas says with a smile. “He’s been blowing up our group chat asking how you are and if you’ve had any more nightmares. Troy doesn’t sleep much at night.”
“If he hasn’t spent the night until recently, how could you know that?” I ask. People who don’t sleep well, don’t like to tell others this. At least, I don’t.
“I put cameras in his apartment,” Silas says unrepentantly, shrugging as my jaw practically unhinges. “We aren’t good men, but we are better alphas for it, Little Fighter. We were trying to give him room to breathe, while hating where he lives. It’s a dangerous area.”
“And yet, you let him live there?” I ask, confused.
“We aren’t in the business of forcing people we care about into doing things they don’t want to. However, we’ll keep them safe while they make mistakes,” East says. “Hence the video cameras. He was only a little pissed when he found out about those.
“We’re all broken in some way or another, Alisa. Some of us just take it in stride better than others. Be patient with yourself. You don’t need to feel as if you have to jump back into the world with both feet.”
“East is right,” Silas says, standing. “Are you ready to see what we have set up for you?”
“It might help you get some space from what happened to you,” Lyle says, beginning to walk forward again.
I can feel myself getting more comfortable speaking with them. Every time I try to put my guard up, they manage to push it back down.
“I’m ready,” I say, even though I have no idea what’s going to happen. While I’ve seen a lot of bad shit happen, I’ve never seen anyone die before.
Ready or not, here we come.
EASTON
Alisa appears nervous as Lyle wheels her into the room, but her eyes widen as she sees her abusers strung up and stripped down to their boxers. There are chain and leather cuffs holding them suspended from the ceiling, and their ankles are secured to the concrete floor as well.
If Alisa needs to wheel closer to them, I don’t want her to worry about getting kicked in the face. The three of them are also gagged as they had some pretty hateful things spewing on repeat from their mouths.
Pack Nisim kidnapped the three of them once their friends cleared out of their home and kept them on ice for us here at the warehouse. Cassidy and Abbott from Pack Tremaine are bringing Troy to us from the airport, and it makes me eternally grateful for the friends and allies we have.
There’s a long table set up with torture devices, and we made sure there are several Alisa can use from her chair. I’ve never had to set up a torture room for accessibility before, but the Five Packs had a lot of input to help us.
We are keeping this an intimate affair to ensure we don’t overwhelm her. Those in the building are keeping to the shadows, and it seems as if we’re the only ones here. Still, I can tell she knows we aren’t because she keeps glancing around.
“There are people in the building, but they’re not going to come out unless we need them,” I confirm.
Alisa nods before her eyes land on the men who hurt her repeatedly for months. No one told them why they’re here, and they begin to struggle against their bonds once they see her.
“Sorry to keep you all waiting,” I drawl, the lie clear in my tone as Lyle wheels Alisa closer to the table full of fun. We made sure it was lower so she can see everything. “The lady of the hour is here now and we can begin. I heard you’ve been bad little pups.”
Alisa’s lips twitch as she reaches out and touches the handle of one of the cattle prods gently.
“Do you want to play with them first?” Lyle asks. “Fry their knots, make them piss themselves?”
“That’s very descriptive,” she murmurs. “As long as they’re not pissing on me, that sounds fun.”
Lyle growls at the idea they’d do that, and Alisa shrugs. “They pissed on me a handful of times when they were mad at me.”
“Why were they angry?” I ask, attempting to keep my cool.
“They left me tied to a bed but forgot I’d need basic things like food, water, and a toilet,” she says absently. “I had an accident when I couldn’t hold my bladder, or other things. They punished me for it as if I did it on purpose.”
My brows pull together as I watch her actively disassociate from her words. They couldn’t offer her basic human decency, yet she’s talking about it as if we’re discussing the weather. We’ll have to discuss that later. For now, we’ll help her get her revenge.
“The handle extends out so you can use it from the chair,” Silas says, pushing the prod in her direction. “It won’t hurt you, Alisa.”
Nodding, she picks up the handle and Lyle moves her closer to the men.
“Who is who, Little Fighter?” Silas growls.
“Max has the longer hair, Dennis is the blonde, and Jai has the tattoos,” Alisa says, pointing each one out. “I want to use this on Max first, please.”
“You got it,” I reply, yanking down his boxers until his pitiful cock flops out. He’s too scared to get an erection, and he’s definitely not a shower. Max begins to struggle against the chains holding him up while I roll my eyes.
This isn’t going to save him from having his knot electrocuted by Alisa. He looks like one of those flailing inflatable figures outside a storefront. She also doesn’t need him waving his penis in her face.
“For fuck’s sake,” Silas grumbles, pulling on a pair of dark gloves. “Hold on, sweetheart. Let me get him to hold still.”
I watch with amusement as I step out of the way and watch my grumpy alpha pick up a steel pole with a wide end. His mood is in the toilet with each passing tidbit of information we gather about Alisa’s treatment.
He’s typically the more congenial alpha among us.
“Are these three fucking each other?” I ask curiously.
Silas walks behind Max and pulls back his hips slightly to bare his asshole to him.
“Not that I know of,” Alisa muses.
The sound of feet hitting the floor quickly as they run makes her head turn, and she smiles as Troy arrives.
“Did I miss anything?” he asks breathlessly. He doesn’t have anything other than a backpack with a change of clothes in case things get very messy.
“If the short run from the car has you out of breath, then clearly your trainer sucks,” I say, smirking. Troy flicks me off behind Alisa before he drops his backpack away from any potential blood splatter and moves toward her.
“My anxiety fucks with my breathing,” he explains. “Beating the hell out of someone should help. A kiss may too.”
Lyle and I glance at each other just as Max begins to scream, knowing Troy is not alluding he wants a kiss from either of us.
“Alisa, can Troy give you a kiss hello?” I ask, watching as he blushes.
“I can broker my own kiss,” he mumbles.
“I promise I’m way more gentle than this for back door play,” Silas grunts, shoving the pole deeper into Max’s ass.
Troy’s mouth drops as he sees Silas with a long pole and shudders. Yeah, Troy may not let us anywhere near his virgin asshole after this.
“God, I would hope so,” he says.
“Silas is a little preoccupied as you can see,” Lyle chuckles. “We tend to hyperfocus during torture.”
“The four of you are very chaotic together,” Alisa giggles. “Do you know if your game tonight is being aired?”
Not everyone can see humor during torture. She may think she’s broken, but I don’t. Alisa just needs to learn how her pieces fit together again. It’s not going to be easy with the amount of obstacles in front of her.
“If you clench, it hurts more, Max,” Silas says evilly.
“Maxxy isn’t knot trained,” I shrug. “Sucks to be him.”
“I’ve walked into chaos, and I’m going with the flow,” Troy says, pressing a kiss against Alisa’s temple instead. “I think it may be aired. Guys? Do you know? You got wheels, Little Fighter.”
“I do,” she says, looking up at him. “Is that where you wanted your kiss?”
“I was hoping for one on your cheek, but I’ll take whatever I can get,” Troy shrugs.
Smiling, Alisa taps her cheek, and he grins as he drops a gentle kiss there.
“Yeah, I think we can get access to this game,” I say, smiling. “We checked on you last night. You played hard.”
“When did you do that?” Alisa asks. “Oh. Is that why you glanced at your phones and winced or grinned?”
“Sounds about right,” Troy snorts.
“We can watch him tonight if you want,” Lyle says. “Whenever we can, we attend his home games. It feels odd not to know what the stats are.”
“I may not know what’s going on, but I’d like that,” Alisa says.
“The guys are great teachers, but the basics are that we chase the puck down the ice and try to get it past a big guy protecting his crease,” Troy says. “The other team is going to do everything to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
“Okay,” she says with a nod. “What’s a crease?”
“It’s a blue half circle the goalie stays within to protect the net between his goal posts,” Troy explains. “Bad things tend to happen when the goalie leaves his area undefended.”
“I’m almost certain there has to be more than that,” she murmurs.
“There is, but you’ll pick it up,” Lyle promises.
“There we go. I have my own little puppet now,” Silas says, shoving the pole forward again. Max’s dick flops in Alisa’s direction, and she turns her attention toward him. Checking where her finger is, she presses the button on her cattle prod to get the electric pulses working.
Her hand shoots forward as if on autopilot, and Max screams as the prongs touch his thigh.
“Two hands, Alisa. It’ll give you more control,” Troy says, slipping into his teacher mode. We’ve occasionally taught kids how to skate together for charity, and he’s very patient and passionate. He’s a great person to help Alisa now.
His hand presses her other hand against the pole, and he pushes her a little closer with his hip before guiding the prod to Max’s knot. The alpha’s body shudders as he continues to scream, but there’s not an ounce of sympathy in the room for him.