Page 69 of Redemption
“At least I didn’t bash in his butt bone, you ass monkey.” I go to rub said ass to try and ease the abrupt hurt, but my arms are still regrettably held above my head.
You know what? Fuck this. I’m too tired, in too much pain, and too fucking fed up to deal with this bullshit in a manner consistent with typical hostage management.
They woke me up from my nap, and now they get to handlemybullshit.
“Do me a favor next time and invite me to dinner first. Quality cuddles after. It’s just a common courtesy, you know. Especially when I’m not a natural bottom. Gotta get worked up for an evening like that, but apparently butt pirates like yourself didn’t get a chance to go to finishing school.” He mumbles some bullshit nonsense through what I can only assume are a set of clenched teeth, so I set myself up for the old alley-oop, tilting my head back, hopefully aiming my fucked-up mug in his direction while smiling my pretty sparkly reds right at him. “In other terms... etiquette, my dear sadist.” I hear him growl and wait for the punch I know he wants to throw right into my face, hoping it’ll knock my ass out for another round, but it never comes.
“How about we start again?”Fucking asshole’s ruining my beauty sleep.“My name is Locke. What’s yours?” He rustles around, the jingling of metal hitting my ears before my arms fall to my sides. The pain after having them above my head for days on end makes me wince and grind back a groan, huffing a breath so I don’t make a bitch of myself in front of these...fine gentlemen. It’s also the only response this rim jaw’s gonna get from me. Well, that and the wad of blood I just spat, hopefully on his shoes, because that’s what my blind ass was aiming for. His frustrated sigh tells me I was spot on.
Bullseye, fuckface.
“Well, Mr. E, for now, let’s get you over to the Infirmary and cleared for processing.” More footsteps surround me before hands grip me under my arms and knees and lift, carrying me out of the cell and up the stairs. At the very top, they toss my pitiful ass onto what I can only assume is a gurney and wheel me away. No blanket, no sheet, just me rolling down the hall with an entourage befitting a stately diplomat while receiving a chorus of gasps and ‘Oh my Gods’ the whole way. I’d like to think it’s due to my newly claimed celebrity status amongst the community folk, but it’s probably just in response to my naked dick flopping about in all its birthday glory.
It is pretty magnificent, if I dare say so myself.
A few minutes later, the incessant rocking stops, bright lights taking the top spot in the annoyance category. Even with no eyesight, I know, down to the marrow of my bones, that it’s a glaringly white room. My spider senses instantly start tingling.
I fucking hate hospitals.
Fingers poke and prod at me. Something sharp pokes my arm, and then again on my other. My mouth is forcefully pried open, and then there’s a crunching sound before cool plastic is placed on my eyes.
At least that takes care of the light.
I try to zone out for the rest of their examination, on edge from the assumed knowledge I’m in a building of death, but more than happy, at this point, to let them do whatever so long as I can go back to sleep. No food or water for however long, combined with the immeasurable pain associated with multiple beatings, has left me exhausted, barely clinging to consciousness.
After a while, they finally finish with their exploratory poking and prodding. Suffice it to say, it was just barely on thisside of probing, although they almost got very well-acquainted with my booty hole while seeking to take my temperature. Luckily, I showed enough signs of life that they changed their trajectory.
And now that I’m apparently stable enough to move and not die on their watch, they’ve decided to restrain my wrists to the bed and are in the process of wheeling my ass somewhere else in the building. Minutes pass. Lights brighten and dim as we move through the hallways. And then, we turn and come to an abrupt stop.
“Now, you just keep that cold pack on your eyes, and the doctors will be in shortly to do a few tests. Don’t worry, we’ll have you feeling right as rain before you know it,” someone who sounds like Locke states before leaving the room with a softsnickof a lock on the door. Silence surrounds me amid his abrupt exit.
And now I’m stuck here...
In a building I loathe...
Buck-fucking-naked....
Lovely....
But seriously, what’s a guy got to do to get a pair of scrubs in this place? I don’t even have a blanket to cover my poor, neglected, frozen balls. It’s a fucking hospital, for fuck’s sake! Or, at least, what seems fairly close enough to being one since they refer to it as an Infirmary.
Patients deserve warm nuts!
I’d even cave and take a paper dress at this point. But apparently, everyone’s so enthralled by my dick swinging in the breeze that no one thought to provide such a luxury to their newest guest.
Whatever.
It’s not until sometime later that a new voice enters in the space. “Ah, hello there, Mr...,” he pauses. I smile... poorly. “E.... My name is Forge. I work alongside Stitch, Locke, and a few others in the Infirmary. How are you feeling?”
“Like a fucking wet dream, Fuckface,” I deadpan sloppily, my lips still numb and covered in saliva. “Get on with it.”
Unperturbed, the fuckface, otherwise known as Forge, carries on. “Well, good news. Your tests came back, and everything looks good, but we’re going to take just a bit more blood and run a few more tests if that’s alright.”
“Uh... no fucking thank you. I do not consent. I revoke any medical authorizations that have been taken unjustly in my name. Come to think of it, I never consented to receiving any care apart from that of the life-saving nature. Which you guys are sorely lacking, by the way. I mean... look at my face!” I turn it this way and that, not able to see his reaction through my puffy eyelids or the compress still over them but imaginative enough that I can visualize him scoffing or some other such equally bullshit response.
“I do apologize about that. But, as far as your original testing went, you would be an impeccable addition to Ascension, our regeneration unit. Which is why you’ve been reassigned into our care for recuperation.”
“Original testing? What the fuck are you talking about?”
