Did The “Experiment” Work?
Thane
“I think taking this opportunity to press him on the trafficking ring should happen before you cut his tongue out, Cyrus.” Cyrus is in his element, slowly and methodically torturing Raven’s father.
It would be hard for somebody to beli
that funny, crazy, hornball Cyrus would take the time to sit down and attempt to separate all seven layers of skin with a knife, or have the patience for it.
“Well, it is difficult to have a conversation with him when he is screaming,” Cyrus says as if his screaming should come before questioning.
“So, give him a break so I can talk to him,” I growl at Cyrus, who quits slicing up Roger’s arm.
“This could go terribly for you if you do not answer my questions truthfully.”
“Fuck you! You….you are violating the alliance.” Roger pants as his head lolls. He has blood running down his face, drool connected from his mouth to his chest and a piss stain on his pants.
Cyrus has only been playing with him for thirty minutes. This beta doesn’t look like he will be able to be tortured for long. Or, I could call in the healers. The day is early.
“You violated it before it started by aligning or utilizing the trafficking ring.” I remind him.
“Where’s your proof?”
“Hmmm….how about a 5’9” red–headed fireball with thick ass and a horrible attitude problem?” Cyrus responds, standing next to Raven’s father now. Roger’s eyes dart between me and Cyrus as he
starts to stutter.
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“What? I don’t know who you are talking about.” I sigh as Cyrus punches him hard. His head flies backward as a tooth hits the floor. Roger’s head falls forward, and he spits blood toward me.
“Surprise bitch, I’m your son–in–law.” 1
“That…that’s not possible. She..” Roger stops himself as Cyrus smiles like a rabid beast that caught
its prey.
“Sounds like you know exactly who Raven is. Who sold her into the ring?”
“How did you get her?” He turns his head away from Cyrus and asks me.
“WHO SOLD HER INTO THE TRAFFICKING RING?” I snarl. I have always had difficulty holding my wolf back in instances like this. I do not have Cyrus‘ torture patience. I want to kill first, and ask questions later. Ronan is impulsive and raging within me to just kill and be done with it.
But it always bites me in the ass when I need quesitons answered.
FUCK YOU THANE. Roger spits back, and I see Cyrus drawing up more medication. He pricks him In the neck and backhands him across the face when he is done.
Keep talking to my Alpha like that and you will keep getting slapped like the bitch you are. Cyrus laughs and takes his place next to Roger again as I sit in the blood–spattered chair across from Roger.
“I’m going to ask you one more time, who sold her to the trafficking ring?” Roger starts blinking heavily, and I start to wonder if Cyrus gave him too much. I do not feel like waiting around for him to take a nap.
“I’m not telling you anything. When Alpha Stevens finds out what you have done, you are all dead. He has enough support to level your entire pack!”
“Well, you cannot mind–link, and you are assuming that you will walk out of here. You will not. You might as well spill your guts and take everyone down with you since they will not be able to save you from this.” I can feel my eyes flickering, and Ronan attempting to shift. He wants blood.
“What do you want me to tell you? What you already know? Yes, Raven was sold into the trafficking ring. She wasn’t sold for sex. She was a rejected mate. They are shunned in our pack. It is a disgrace. Raven was already a total fucking disappointment because she was unmanageable. A female Alpha? Disgusting. They wanted her for experimentation.”
“You were her father. You are supposed to protect your pups, but you allowed your greed for power and status to ruin anything good about you, if there was any to begin with.” I say as Cyrus slices Roger’s ear off.
“Don’t ever call the greatest thing in my life a disappointment, or you lose the other ear,” Cyrus growls as blood shoots from Roger’s head and starts running down his face and neck while he
screams in agony.
Cyrus picks the ear up and throws it in a bowl with water in it. I do not even want to know what he plans on doing with it either. I stopped asking him questions about body parts after he made the string of nipples. D
“How does Stevens know Mikhail?” I question as Raven’s father starts to cry. Pathetic, plus it will only fuel Cyrus to draw this out longer.
“I don’t know how. He only dabbles in the experimentation side, not the skin trade….for sex purposes….he partakes though.” His heart rate doesn’t elevate, and he also doesn’t deny knowing the name Mikhail. I believe he could be telling the truth, but he’s also confusing in his stuttering, and I
believe his meds have kicked in.
“Stevens sells shifters from his pack into the ring?” I question him again.
Yes, but he sells for experimentation….but he partakes in using the girls in the ring
that he may have raped my Little Wolf has midnight fur rising in patches across my s
that he may have raped my title Wolf
Roger laughs, ‘Oh yes…I forgot…your bitch was there….I wonder if he remembers what the felt like
I lunge forward, claws out, starting to shift and end him, but Cyrus intercepts me and thores me wan the south wall. Instruments of torture fall from the wall as I collide.
“We need information, remember? I will take care of him, but you need to control Ronan. Cyrus strains to hold me back as I fight to regain control of my wolf.
Several seconds later, I nod at Cyrus, and he releases me. “Where is Mikhail? Your whole pack is going down anyway. I have been watching you for weeks. We are dumping phones, devices, and building our paper trail. Even if I let you go, you would have nothing. You lost. Stevens lost. I say as I take a seat again in the chair, bringing the meat cleaver to my lap.
“I’m not telling you shit. I have no reason to help you. You said it yourselves, I’m not leaving here. Do your worst.” Roger says as his head is swaying slightly in circles.
“Are you bringing Raven in?” I ask Cyrus.
“I don’t know. I haven’t told Raven I brought her father here.”
“You’re…her mate. A second chance mate….that’s rare.” Roger whispers, feeling the full effects of his
medication.
“I don’t give a shit what you think about it. She is my mate. I screw her brains out all the time while she calls me daddy.” Roger curls his lip, and I shudder at the thought of Cyrus being called “daddy,” which would only inflate his ego further.
“Did she change? Did the experiment work?
“What experiment?” I ask.
“If you don’t know, I’m not telling you.”
“Are you referencing the ring stealing fated gifts from shifters and using them in soldiers to create an army?” I had already connected the dots to that theory when Raven said she was a weapon. I also get the idea that she could use her speed to train our teams to become more agile. A new level of training.
“It may be time to reveal our mate’s gifts to the pack to aid in training. If we have a larger–scale war coming and they plan on unleashing their experiments to stop us from taking down the ring, we will all need as much training as we can get.” I mind–link Cyrus. Both of us know that we could be greatly outnumbered and unprepared against unknown gifts.
“We have no way of knowing what gifts we could be up against. Maybe get the girls on research and
attempt to train for as many as we can find referenced in text. He responds,
Damn it, that could take forever.
