Chapter 13 #3
“Hmm. I’m sure there’s a lesson here,” Lyle muses cruelly. “Something about not sticking your dick where it doesn’t belong perhaps?”
Rolling my neck from side to side to release the pressure, I pick up a wooden bat. These things are under used in torture I feel.
“Want to help me soften the other two up?” I ask Lyle, handing him the twin to the bat I’m holding.
“I have some shit to work out so I’m game.”
Lyle and I begin to break bones and bruise flesh with the other two alphas while Alisa has her fun with the cattle prod.
“Max is a screamer,” she says, shoving the prod against his taint.
“He is,” Troy says, glancing at the table. “How do you feel about fire?”
“I need more information before I can decide,” she says.
“There’s a blow torch on the table. Would you like to make sure they can never use their dicks again?” he asks.
Fuck yes. Damn, Troy is a natural.
“It won’t kill them too soon, will it?” Alisa asks.
“No,” Doc Walsh says from the entrance. “I’m here to make sure they live until you’re done with them, Alisa. Happy blow torching.”
“Do you usually oversee torture?” she asks.
“No, but my patients are both doing fairly well and I’m bored,” he says dismissively.
The truth is he was worried about her leaving the house so soon. Doc asked to join our excursion to the warehouse and has been hanging back in the shadows.
Alisa shrugs as she takes the blow torch from Troy and quickly figures out its point and shoot. Her grin is wide and her pupils begin to blow out with excitement as Max’s dick and knot begin to blacken from the fire. Once or twice, I can smell her arousal as she tortures him too.
She’s perfect for us, despite her jagged edges. We just have to move slowly. My pack and I have a lot of information rolling around in our minds, and this will make things difficult to navigate as we gain her trust.
At about the half hour mark, Dr. Walsh steps in once to force Max awake again with smelling salts. It’s not fun if he’s not screaming, is it?
The best part is Alisa can’t hear any of the bullshit they may want to say. Knowing what awful humans they are, we decided no one needed to hear their vitriol. This way we can torture in peace.
Once his knot and dick is eviscerated, Alisa moves to his toes, leaning forward to watch as the skin blackens. Except due to how thin the skin is here, she also begins to expose the bones as well.
“It’s hard to run without toes, huh?” she mutters.
“Definitely. Ready to move to the next one?” Troy asks.
He pushes her where she wants to go, and I grab the knife to cut Max’s s’more like blackened mass of tissue from the base of his cock and knot.
“Yummy,” I mutter, picking it up with a glove. Lyle pulls the gag from Max’s mouth, and Silas hurts the alpha with the pole in his ass to get him to keep his mouth open. “Waste not, want not…”
“Fuck,” Troy mutters, wrinkling his nose as he watches me feed Max’s ruined bits to himself.
“What?” Alisa asks, turning off the torch to glance over at us. “Oh. Well, he won’t be using it anymore, that’s for damn sure.”
“You’re perfect,” I grin, shoving Max’s mouth closed as he convulses with disgust.
I watch as he pukes, but I keep his lips and jaw tightly shut, giving it nowhere to go but out his nose.
“Gross,” Alisa sniffs. She doesn’t seem particularly upset by it, proving her stomach is pretty solid. “Did you know Max is afraid of needles? I overheard them talking once.”
“Oh that sounds fun,” Doc Walsh chuckles. Walking over, he drops a bag down on the torture table. “Have at it.”
Lyle and I begin turning Max into a walking pincushion around his face, and Silas seals his lips shut with a staple gun.
Max has a mouth full of vomit and nowhere for it to go.
The alpha forces himself to swallow it down, only to trigger some sort of diarrhea.
It slides down around the pole still inside Max and I wrinkle my nose in disgust.
They don’t make alphas like they used to. This one is spoiled and stupid.
Glancing at Alisa to check on her, I find her shooting a nail gun at Jai’s cock. Hmm. That’s effective. I’m noticing a pattern of her excitement, the rise or the dopamine hit, and then boredom.
It feeds into the mood of anarchy in the room with us. Torture can get monotonous if you’re not careful, and as Alisa points the nail gun up at Jai’s face, I can see it won’t be that with her.
“Five hundred points if you make his eyeball explode,” I tease her.
Alisa’s lips curve into a smile, and my heart clenches at the sight.
She’s so fucking beautiful. Her blue-black hair tumbles down her back as she sits tall in her chair, and her pouty pink lips make her appear doll-like.
It would be so easy to want to put her in a bubble to protect her, but I know that won’t work.
The past comes for all of us. We need to build her up so she can prepare for any backlash.
“He looks better without the eye,” Troy admits.
Jai’s eye is a mess, and half of it is oozing down his face. Dennis pisses himself despite the mess of his cock, mostly because it’s not completely destroyed. Alisa’s attention got the best of her.
“Want to play wack a mole?” I ask Troy, handing him a bat. By this point, none of them are wearing boxers and they’re pooled on the ground. “Wack the pathetic alpha’s dick until he can’t piss out of it anymore.”
Shrugging, he nods and takes it, his arms pulling back before he slams it so hard into Dennis’ cock, it’s a wonder the damn thing doesn’t explode. Troy’s arms are a thing of beauty and strength. He’s also dangerous as fuck.
It’s why we’re attracted to him. He never lets his ego or prowess get in the way of being a good fucking person. Honestly, he’s too good in a lot of ways.
Dennis’ scream is high pitched and full of pain.
“Hmm. You almost sound the way Max did earlier,” Alisa says, going back to turning Jai into her own Pinhead.
Max’s eyes are on the needles we’ve put into his face and he’s crying while he shakes in fear. It’s always nice to be able to get an inside track on what makes a bastard like this tick.
“I’d give you a gun to use the guys as target practice if I knew you could use one,” Lyle says, his eyes on how precise her nails embed themselves into Jai’s body.
“Who says I can’t?” she asks distractedly.
“Really?” I ask, looking through the weapons we have to find one she’ll be comfortable shooting in her chair. I find it interesting she knows how to use a gun, and it turns the gears in my mind.
This would fall in line with what my pack already knows about her. Even if she’s not talking about her family, we already have a folder of information on them. We simply haven’t moved on it because she should have a say first.
Glancing at Dr. Walsh, I find him deep in thought as he watches Alisa.
“Do you want a rifle or a hand gun?” Doc asks. It seems I’m not the only one with questions and he’s on the same track of thinking as I am.
A rifle would put her more in line with a family of hunters, while a handgun speaks to a girl who grew up in the mafia. It’s a good track of questioning to run through.
The only people who know what is in the file are Silas, Lyle, and I. We are playing this close to the vest because family can always be a touchy subject. Since it’s been so long since Alisa would have seen them, I don’t know how she’ll feel about it.
“A rifle would be difficult in the chair and I can’t handle the kickback right now. My arms are getting tired,” she admits.
My hand wraps around a Smith & Wesson M&P Shield EZ, knowing it’ll have a kinder recoil once it’s fired. The gun is already loaded, and I walk over to her and press it into her hand.
Silas does the honor of taking the nail gun, moving on silent feet so he can be wherever he needs to be.
Taking a deep breath, Alisa glances down at it and grips it in her hand to disengage the safety. Stepping back, we watch as she shoots Jai in non lethal places, getting a feel for the gun. Her posture is correct, and you’d think she’s been shooting her entire life.
“Who are you?” Lyle asks, his eyes taking her in.
Ah shit. The problem is we know exactly who she is and it opens a boatload of questions she may not be ready to answer. Lyle and Silas found out everything they could from Pack Tremaine’s omegas.
Alisa has people looking for her. I just don’t know if that’s a good thing or not yet.