When I woke, I was tied to a bed. Naked. I tried to move my arms but found them handcuffed. Same as my legs, each cuff is attached to a piece of the iron bed.
“What the fuck is this?” I shouted into the dark.
“You’re awake. Good.” A man’s voice came from across the room. I lifted my head and thrashed, attempting to get out. Suddenly a shadow appeared out of the darkness, and I saw the human Scout had stabbed. “You’ve come for my Great-Great-Granddad, didn’t you?”
“No shit Sherlock.” I spat. “Can I have my clothes?”
“Not yet. I’m waiting for the girl to wake up.”
“Where is she?” I snarled. I yanked at my handcuffs, but they held fast.
He came over near my head and leaned down. He reached out and drew a long finger down my cheek, to my neck, and down my chest. His eyes moved along with his hand, and I tensed as he continued down but stopped at my navel. He poked me hard and then ran his eyes back up my body. “I have her ready for you in the next room. As soon as she heals a bit from Sunrise, I’ll bring her in, and the fun can begin.”
I blinked, trying to comprehend a million things at once. “What’s Sunrise? What did you do to her?” I demanded.
“Sunrise is my Grandpa Charles’ invention. He has many enemies. Obviously,” the man laughed. “This is the cleanest way to get rid of the ones we need to.”
Corrine flashed in my mind. The memories of her stomach eating itself for weeks until she finally healed. It must have been the Sunrise. My stomach turned over and over, my thoughts returning to Scout.
“What do you mean, heal? Is she okay?” I pulled at my restraints again.
“She will be. I didn’t use much. Just enough to get her to sit down. She’s feisty. I can’t wait to watch you two. I bet you guys fuck like animals.”
My spit caught in my throat, and I began to choke. Was this why I was naked? He wanted to make us… fuck…, and he was going to watch?
A little bell went off on his watch, and he looked down at it. He grinned down at me, reached out and brushed my hair from my forehead, and then leaned down and kissed my forehead. “You’ve got a beautiful cock.”
Oh, this was not happening. Rage filled me, and I stared at him with red filling my vision as he left me, closing the door behind him. I steeled myself and used every ounce of my strength to rip my body from its restraints.
I roared as my skin, bones, and tendons screamed for me to stop, but I was determined, and finally, my wrists were free of the handcuffs. I brought them to eye level. The skin was flapping down in numerous places, and I had dislocated a thumb. Gritting my teeth, I shoved the thumb back in and pushed the skin back as best as I could, reminding myself that it would heal if I let it.
I went for my legs next. There was no way I was getting my foot through the holes, so I opted for ripping the bars off the frame. That proved leagues easier. Handcuffs still on my ankles, I was free to move, and I did so quickly.
I found my clothes in the chair he had been sitting in, watching me. I shivered at the thought and quickly pulled on my boxers. The skin on my hands flapping around loose was proving difficult to maneuver.
The door opened then, and I froze. Scout was shoved in also stripped of everything. Blood tears were streaming down her face as she stumbled in, her wrists cuffed to each other.
“What the—” the man looked at the bed and then me in surprise. “You move. I’ll kill her.” He snatched Scout by her scalp and pulled on her hair, bringing her close to him. “I was gonna watch you two fuck, but now I think I might just fuck her myself before killing you both. Drop whatever you’re holding.”
I dropped my t-shirt and put my hands up. I wasn’t sure what to do, but I needed to unarm him. I swallowed back the pain of my hands attempting to heal and tried to clear my head.
“He’s a Seven Sin,” Scout said. “He’s going to kill you.”
“Oh yeah?” He looked at me and laughed. “Which one is he?”
He shoved Scout onto the bed, and she fell down and went into the fetal position. I saw the stab wound on her side. It hadn’t healed. Just like he said. It was still leaking. Keeping my hands up and eyes trained on the human, I bent down. I twisted my wrists, finding that the skin had already begun to tighten back up and was no longer flapping loosely.
Good.
He climbed onto the bed and rolled her over. She kept her body locked in the fetal position as he reached for his belt. That was it. I snapped.
I grabbed my pants and dug into my pants, grabbing my keys and the pocketknife. I popped it and lunged.
“I’m Wrath.”
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I shoved the knife into his neck, and he dropped like a fucking fly. I yanked him up and shoved my hand into his pocket. He had a large key ring. I grabbed them and let him drop to the floor. I looked back at Scout. She had sat up and scooted off the bed.
