We were forced out of the cells and into a room where they stipped us naked and then sent us to another room.  In this room they scrubbed us clean, until our skin was raw.  Then another room came.  This room had a very long table.  They tied out wrists and ankles together before gagging us (probably because Eva was cursing them with every breath she took) and positioning us on the table.  Then they stepped back and moved us around a bit.  Then they did that again.  And again.  And again.  Again.  Again.  And again.  Until they were satisfied with where we were sitting.  Was it too hard to get it right the first time? I had been picked up and placed down roughly way too many times. Then they positioned our limbs however they wanted.  We were told not to move, no matter what.  I wanted to pretend that this was just a nightmare.  That coming to the House of Horror was one big nightmare.  It wasn't though.

After what seemed like hours other humans started to enter the room, setting down plates of meat all around us.  They smelled delicious, seasoned to perfection.  We all watched the food hungrily.  One of them chuckled at our behavior.

"Maybe if you appeal to someone important you'll get to have a bite, that is if they like your services," was all he said.  Then he turned around and left.

More humans walked in with more dishes, vegetables, baked goods, and even more meat.  These people sure ate a lot of meat.

Finally more of them started to enter the room, chatting and laughing.  There were 23 of them.  They all sat down once one particularly annoyed looking one sat down.  Once the annoyed one started to eat the rest started to eat.  Wonder who he was.  They started to talk again and I decided to pay attention.

"10 new humans, and not a single one of them is ugly, deformed, or even sick!  The alpha really does know where to find them," and of them said to the person next to them.

"Yeah, wonder how he does it.  But I suppose that's his secret, he is the alpha for a reason after all," the person next to the first one to speak responded.

"But we should stop yapping, there-" that's all I heard before a hand slid over my tattoo.  I whipped my head around, the hand slipped away at the sudden movement, but it was back as soon as I stilled.  I was looking into the eyes of a tall man with very dark brown eyes, eyes filled with amusement.

"Such nice muscles, but you won't need them anymore, not here," he whispered to me.  I tried to move away but he held onto my arm and just pulled me closer.  So close that I fell onto his lap.  I struggled and tried to move away, but it didn't work.  He held me there with one arm.  He was freakishly strong.  Too strong.  It scared me.

"Don't struggle," he whispered in my ear, hot breath making me shiver.  I wished I was anywhere but there.  Anywhere.  I heard a muffled curse come from someone with the same voice as Eva and heard a growl as well, but I couldn't look away from this man.

"It will only make it worse for you in the long run," he continued.  I still didn't stop.  It felt like claws were digging into my tattoo, it hurt a lot, and I felt little droplets of heat welling up where the claws were.

"Here, let's make a deal," he breathed.  "You do as I say and I'll untie you.  I might even consider taking off your gag.  Now, stop struggling."  That did nothing to change my movements.

After another minute he sighed and turned to the food, he ate with one arm while using the other to hold me still.  He made sure to bring the food close enough to me so that I could smell it, but just out of my reach.  Fianally, I was done with this torture.  I wanted to eat.  My stomach growled.  For another minute the man did nothing but continue the torture he was inflicting apon me.  But, eventually, he popped a piece of venison in his mouth and turned to me.

"Are you going to be good?" he asked.  I did nothing.  No way I was going to go that low for some food.  And so, he returned to his previous activities, torturing me.  I wanted to cry.  The food kept getting closer and closer until it was within reach, but with the gag pulling painfully at my cheeks there was no way I was going to be able to eat even if I managed to get the food.  Soon, my shoulders were slumping in defeat.  Much sooner than I would like to admit.  He pressed a piece of meat to my lips and my tears almost fell.

"Hungry?" he cooed.  "Too bad you have to have this gag on then," he said as he took away the meat and ate it.  I was half relieved, half disappointed.  Maybe I should have said that I was going to be good when he asked.  This time the tears really did fall.

"Aw, poor, sweet human, I'm sorry but you choose this yourself," he cooed at me, running a hand up the inside of my thigh.  I didn't even notice because I was so hungry.  They hadn't fed us anything the whole time we were here, and that was at least 3 days, plus they then left us in a room of food we weren't even allowed to eat.  It was torture.  He ate a few pieces more of meat, pressing each to my lips, cooing at me, and asking if I wanted to eat.  All I could do was cry.  And he kept touching me, he even started to pet me at one point.  I became boneless, a sobbing mess.  I rubbed my wrists and ankles raw against the rough rope.

As my tears dried he spoke again, "So, my dear, will you be good now?"  He was holding me up by the back of my neck, but I didn't care anymore.  He smiled at me and slowly started to pull off the rope around my wrists, making me hiss in pain.  He tutted at the sight of them.

"You really need to take better care of yourself," he said and kissed the burns.  It really hurt.  I tried to wiggle away but he went from kind to cruel in seconds.  His soft pets down my back (a little too far down if you ask me) and gentle kisses to my wrist turned to vice-like grips and pain.  My wrists had too much pressure on them.

"I thought you said you were going to be good?" he growled in my ear.  "Do I have to tie you up again?  I can do worse than to mesley pieces of rope."  The threat was clear and I stopped struggling.  

He returned to gently kissing my wrists and petting me as if nothing had happened moments ago.  Even the light touch to my wrists made tears well up in my eyes.  When he moved down to my ankles I tentatively folded my hands in my lap, trying to avoid further pain.  He pulled the rope from my ankles off next, and gently massaged the stinging rope burn, making the tears that had welled up in my eyes fall, rolling down my cheeks, soaking into the gag.  Finally he was done with my ankles as well and moved hi shands up my body, touching and groping whatever he could, before settling one of his hands in my hair and the other on my cheek.

"Maybe I should keep the gag, you do look so nice in it," he murmured, pressing his forehead to mine, pulling away moments later.  He then put his hand on the knot at the back of my head and used the gag to roughly move my head around.  First to see both my cheeks, then my neck and finally for what seemed like fun.  He brushed his fingertips over the gag, that was not soaked from my spit and tears.  He slowly leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose.  It made me take a few moments to just blink and stare at him.  That made him chuckle.

He laced his hand through my hair and pulled me closer to his chest, my head resting on his shoulder, really close to his neck.

He continued to eat meat over my head and would sometimes bring a bit of food down and smile at my pain.  I wanted to eat so bad, but just couldn't.  He then turned to the baked goods, avoiding the vegetables like the plague, and started to eat a whole entire apple pie.  By the time he was done I was in tears again, legs curled up to my stomach in an attempt to lessen the painful cramps of hunger.  I was gripping my forearms so hard I would for sure have bruises the next day.  I ended up clutching at his shirt and sobbing into it.  He petted me and whispered things in my ear, but I wasn't paying attention to that.  I couldn't.  It hurt too much.

Finally after what seemed like forever he pulled me back from his shirt and tugged at the gag until it fell off.  I was still sobbing as he slowly fed me bites of meat from his fingers and would sometimes lean down to kiss me.  Roughly.  Almost everything about him was rough.

Eventually I managed to stop crying and just looked up at him.  He smiled down at me and pressed another piece of meat up against my lips.  I gratefully ate it and felt as I slowly relaxed.  I let the pain go and slumped against him.  I closed my eyes but he pinched my side.  I let out a whimper as I opened my eyes again.  They were puffy and sore after all that crying.

"Dear, you can't go to sleep yet, not until I get what I want," he said as he pushed his lips against mine.  Faintly I struggled.  Something in my brain told me to.  I didn't want this but didn't see the point in doing what that voice told me to do so all I did was wiggle a little.  I stopped as soon as his hands roamed a little too low for my liking and stayed there.

Then he stood up, and that hand gently folded under the back of my knees, the other behind my head, holding me up as he kissed me.  He was walking somewhere.  I had no idea where.  I just focused on not passing out.  But that didn't work too well because as soon as he opened the door to wherever we were heading I was out cold.