Page 29 of Tame Me
Sure enough, the man came out of the side room, holding a brander. The end glowed orange, smoldering softly as if it were coming to life.
“Hold her down. Despite Alyosha’s drug, the subjects still seem to feel the fire.”
Alyosha. Hmm. Noted for later.
“Yes, sir,” Randall said, though he looked pale as the woman.
We held her arms and situated her to face the man with the burning brand, and I held my breath for what came next.
More screams.
The female convulsed. The deep searing sizzled into her neck, making her scream and seize. Her body flailed, and despite our backs turned to the man behind us, we all but felt the fire as it burned through her.
Unable to handle the abuse, the woman fell into our grip, and we had to adjust to keep her upright. I felt her elbow snap despite my efforts, and the demons laughed while I winced.
Sweat poured off Randall, but his face was metaphorically masked, like mine, with the indifference we had to show.
“Wonderful. I’ll alert the team that she is ready for purchase. You two stay here. I must say excellent work. I am indeed pleased with this arrangement.”
When the man left, Randall checked for cameras before looking at me and letting the mask fall.
“Judas. What the actual fuck is this?”
I cleared my throat, laying down the woman in a somewhat comfy spot since she was finally out like a light.
Poor thing deserved some zees that was for damn sure.
“Well, if you would stop being my sexy stalker, you wouldn’t have to be here for this,” I noted.
Randall growled and shoved me toward the chains.
“Nah, Masters. You just stuck your ass in something massive. I’m not leaving this. But they took my fucking phone at the gate. I can’t inform the force about this.”
“Yeah, I know. They took mine too, but that’s not the point right now, Randy. Your little blue crew can’t touch this, and you know it. Anything this big has cops as shiny ornaments, and bosses keep any law enforcement in their pocket.”
Randall growled again, but this time he sighed in defeat. I loved being right, but not this time.
“I’m sorry, Liebling. I know this is hard. But we gotta find out what happened to your mom. Then you can go right back to knocking my ass around on our little cat and mouse chase.”
Randall glared at me. “I’m not playing games, Little Chip. This is bad. They said Alyosha. Alyosha Puriya is the ring leader of a major sex trade called the Masks Organization. My team has been chasing these fucks for years. Your brothers are friends with his son, apparently, who’s been trying to give Quinn pointers.”
Ahh, good old Quinn pin. He was an annoying asshat when he was a rookie, always nabbing my brothers and me. We thought for a long time he was a fuck wit, but his little lady and rugrats mellowed his ass right out.
Ugh, all my brothers turned into fucking softies. Even Goliath is bound to ‘easy bake’ a cake with his tiny wifey eventually.
Where the fuck does that leave me?
You will die after this task.
Oh duh. Right.
“What’s going on in that head of yours, Judas?”
I smiled wickedly at Randall, unable to stifle my hard-on even with the zombie chick in a bit of a predicament.
Randall followed my gaze, and he started to back up, his arms going up in surrender already.
Mmm. Yes.
