27 Kit #2
Weeping harder, I’d been placed on my stomach when thrown back in my room, so I buried my face into the crook of my arms. They had whipped me and hurt me with their lashes, and then they forced my pussy to take a wine bottle up it from the bottom.
It was a full bottle, so once they had it in, they allowed the first pervert to open it and drink it from between my legs.
I’ll never forget seeing some of my blood also smearing over his forehead and nose because I dripped like the bottle.
They attached a bottle nipple to the mouth of the wine to slow the dripping as they situated it between my legs.
Nothing like being attacked my grown men shredding my vagina only to see them suckle the nipple of alcohol between my bleeding legs.
A light wrap knocked on my door, so my body tensed in preparation for whoever it might be.
Staying on my stomach, I couldn’t roll onto my back from the pain of the lashes being fresh and oozing.
One even lashed around, slicing me below my ribcage, but it was easier to lay on one cut than a dozen whips.
When it opened, I held my breath because I knew any violation to my body right now would hurt. While the bottle was between my legs, a few of the men took turns taking my ass. They tore me there as well because they took me dry.
“Jesus,” a low voice grumbled at the sight of me.
It wasn’t one I recognized, so I let my head turn just enough to see who it might be.
A lanky boy stood behind me with his dark hair that fell over his eyes.
A black sweatshirt masked his body, but I could tell he was just younger than me. I would mark him barely twenty in age.
My eyes fell to what sat in his hand, taking notice of the first aid kit.
When he took one step toward me, I immediately began to crawl forward to get away.
He stopped completely and raised his hands in surrender.
“I’m not here to hurt you. I was sent here to fix you, but I feel like you might need a hospital for some of this. ”
I didn’t speak as I watched him with my keen eyes.
If I had the strength, I would have attacked him, but that’s what Saul wanted.
He wanted me broken enough that I couldn’t fight, but he wanted to see the fight within my stare.
He wanted me to lash out here and there to get a rise out of my users who wanted Omegas like that to hurt them more.
No, to have reasoning behind why they hurt them more.
His hands worked fast to pull out alcohol and gauze pads. He held them up for me to see because we both knew how much this would hurt. “I have to make sure you don’t have any infections, so I’m going to have to put alcohol over these wounds. Are you okay with that?”
I didn’t know if his kindness was a ploy, but I knew he spoke the truth about infections.
With a corpse rotting beside me while living in cum and feces, I was at a higher chance of getting something.
Dipping my chin, I noticed how his hand shook, carrying the bottle to be right above the grouping of harder lashings that intertwined from how they hit.
Right as he got the rag and alcohol above me, he hurried and set them down again as though he forgot something.
His brash movements caused me to flinch because I had been conditioned for pain.
“Oh, I’m sorry for making you jump. I just remembered I should probably give you something to bite so you don’t scream.
” He began digging through the medical kit before he realized there was nothing in there that my teeth could clamp into without ruining.
Taking off his hoodie, he rolled up the sleeve and placed it in front of my mouth.
His dark eyes pled for my forgiveness in his error, telling me he’d only known the hit of his father as motivation too.
“Sorry, I should have remembered a second rag.”
My curiosity kept piquing about the boy, but I knew better than to get attached.
Even if he was showing me an ounce of kindness, he lived among the vipers, not helping me escape.
Biting down, I kept watch over what he did because he wasn’t like the others.
It made my mind wonder if I could somehow talk him into helping me escape.
Going back to what his hands were busied with, he poured the alcohol over my flesh, letting it fill the ditches of gore between my skin.
There was no unseeing the mutilated appearance of my back, but I knew he only let them hit the lower area to keep the rest of me looking pristine.
All of them wanted a pretty, little Omega to suck their cock and bat her eyes.
Almost instantly, I felt the urge to scream from the new sensation of pain.
This one came in the form of bubbles as the alcohol ate away everything bad.
The utter agony of it began to settle within my nerves, causing spasms to trickle down my legs.
The boy kept letting it go, being patient enough to wait for it to end before moving on to the next issue.
He could hear me breathing roughly as I tried to choke back my squeals.
My eyes burned because they wanted to release more tears, and my nostrils flared while I endured it.
The boy nodded as though he understood, pulling out a few gauze pads to begin patting the areas dry.
Keeping his touch light, he tried not to inflict too much discomfort on me. “He used to make my mother do this.”
I knew my eyes narrowed in confusion, so he lifted his shirt with a grim smile.
Using his phone’s flashlight, he let me see the scarring he also had in the same spot.
That immediately swept rage through me because I understood this boy had been manipulated into staying.
It still didn’t answer who he was, but I understood a little bit more about him.
“I know you’re probably looking at me as someone who might be able to save you, but I promise you, I can’t. While your life means something to somebody else, my mother’s life means more to me.”
Without having to say more, I understood. Saul used his mother as a weapon against him to do this type of bidding. He didn’t like this job or what it asked of him to do to others, but I knew I’d be in the same shoes if it had been one of my men being threatened.
“I’m technically not supposed to give you anything, but I do have a shot of morphine hidden in my pocket. Would you like that before I start stitching these?” He pulled it out for me to see that he hadn’t been lying.
Nodding my head, I knew I wanted to forget about this, and I had a headache from not having any drugs today.
He inserted it for my mind to start spinning almost immediately.
With all the blood loss and dehydration, it quickly set in, and I knew I barely broke a hundred pounds these days from the malnourishment.
Beside me, he waited for me to give a long sigh to indicate that the medicine kicked in. A sweep of sadness claimed his features when he saw how I delighted in the high, telling me that he watched someone else go through the same thing.
He kept his face down as he sterilized the needle in his hold because he didn’t want to comment on what happened to me.
Threading the needle, he worked quickly to create stitches over my wounds, building the intricate pattern that would keep me from having them bleed out too much.
He wasn’t a doctor, but I could tell he had some practice with this by how fast and well he did it.
My skin would heal from all this soon, but I knew it would be a long and grueling process to suffer through.
“I’m going to have to check between your legs,” he added while clearing his throat. “I know it’s violating, but I must see if you need stitches in there. Do you think you’ll be able to lie on your back now that I’ve covered it in gauze and taped over it?”
Somehow, through the haze of all this, I missed him putting a barrier between my open wound and the air.
Now that I’d been drugged, feeling less physical damage, I rolled over with only a small whimper.
Using his phone once again, he placed the light right between my legs as his fingers spread my opening.
We both hissed but for two very different reasons. He didn’t like what he saw, and I didn’t like the way it felt. “I’m going to have to do a few, but I’m going to have to clean you some more before I can determine all the damage.”
I wasn’t sure who this boy was, but from having a sweatshirt in my face, I could make out his sandalwood scent and the time of night I found relief in it, just after midnight. The only relief my dungeon offered as it engulfed me away from the crippling decay nearby.
He became the only angel in this darkness I called my purgatory.