Page 127 of Menace

Next came the sweat shirt.

I was so grateful to be covered I gave a small sigh of relief.

Not only was I covered but for the first time since I was brought down here I was warm. He slipped thick socks onto my feet, they were too big but I didn’t care, they warmed my icy feet.

The other guard had left while he was dressing me. My guard didn’t like it because he kept glancing over at the half open door then down at his watch. He was about to help me off the table when the sound of high heels echoed through the door.

“Fucking hell.” He swore pushing me to lie down on the table and put a finger against his lips.

The door was shoved open and Carmella strode in, the two horrible bikers following her. They threw dirty looks at the guard but then ignored him to leer down at me.

“Pablo sent me to get her ready for transport. He wants to see you.” Carmella snapped at the guard.

My guard tilted his head to the side and said something in rapid Spanish.

She frowned, shook her head and pointed to the door. It was obvious she was ordering him to get out. His eyes said he didn’t like it, didn’t like it at all.

Reluctantly he left, disappearing into the dark outside the door.

Carmella didn’t even wait for his footsteps to fade. She came to the table glaring down at me.

“How do you like your new place in life, ink slut?” She hissed nastily.

The bitch was delusional.

“You should let me go. My man will be coming for me.”

I jerked when a hard hand grabbed my boob and squeezed it painfully.

“No one’s comin’ for you, bitch. You belong to us now, to the Grave Robbers. We’re goin’ to show you how we treat club sluts in our club. Nothin’ like the sissy club you’re whorin’ for.” The ugly bastard snarled in my face, his vile breath gusting over my face.

“I’m not a club whore. I work at the tattoo shop and my man will come for me. He was already on his way here when you took me.” I hissed at him.

It earned me a punch in the boob. I moaned in pain. They laughed, like my pain was funny.

“Who is this man of yours? One of those Wraith pussies?” The other ugly bastard asked.

“No, my man is Asa Malone. The boss of the Irish mafia and he’s coming for all of you. You’re going to be sorry you touched me.” I snarled at them.

The ugly one laughed and started yanking my pants down my legs. “While we wait we’re gonna have us some fun. I tol’ you I was gonna break your cunt wide open. I’m ‘bout ready to get started.”

They laughed as I screamed and tried to kick, to no avail. There were two of them and I was already weak from blood loss and pain. Carmella laughed, egging them on as if it was a bloody sporting event.

They had my pants and panties off when the door was flung open, clanging against the wall. I heard two loud bangs and then both of the ugly bastards collapsed with holes in their heads. Red stuff spraying all over the place.

“What have you done?” Carmella screamed. “They’re our allies, I gave her to them. We needed them and you’ve ruined my plans. I’ve had enough of this bitch.”

It happened so quickly I don’t think my guard could have stopped her even if he tried.

She suddenly had a knife in her hand and stabbed me, twice. She was about to stab me again when he lunged at her but somehow she wriggled out of his grip, slipped past him and ran, slamming the door behind her.

Swearing viciously he let her go, coming to me instead.

“Fuck, I fucked up. Sweetheart, I’m gonna do what I can to stop the bleedin’ then I’ll get you out of here.”

I hissed in pain as he pushed a wadded up towel against yet more knife wounds in my body. Grabbing my hand he pressed it over the towel, putting pressure on the wound. Digging in the first aid bag he came back with a handful of wound dressings and a roll of tape. He replaced the towel with more than one dressing, then taped them down. Once satisfied that it was holding he grabbed my panties and the sweatpants from the floor and helped me into them.

“Right, now to get us out of here.” He muttered to himself, his voice tight with tension.

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