“That was certainly most entertaining. We may not be able to see you, but we have ears.” Martin sneered while the guards surrounded them, their cattle prods aimed at Zelron. In his weakened state, he could do little but growl menacingly.
“But it is time to start paying your dues, Miss Velour. Take her, strap her to the table.”
She backed up on the bed. “No!”
The guards advanced on Zelron, attacking him their prods. He growled and yelled, but there was little he could do. The drug was now making him slump sideways as he tried to keep holding her. Providence screamed and fought back. The guard took a fist full of her hair and dragged her from Zelron. Twisting, she managed to kick out and get a direct hit on the guard’s balls. The guard screamed, cupping his crotch and fell sideways onto the floor.
Forrester moved quickly for someone his age. Pain exploded across her face when he moved in and stuck her, sending her reeling backwards, her back slamming into the wall. Martin and Forrester grabbed her upper arms, dragging her from the cell. The guard backed out and the door slammed shut with a resounding thud.
“Well, that went better than I expected.” Martin sounded out of breath. “I thought he would have put up more of a fight for his fat fuck-friend.”
Still in pain, she struggled to stand. The guards took her from Martin and Forrester. “Strap her to the table, boys. Oh, and Mick…”
Martin spoke to the guard she’d managed to kick in the nuts. He was staring at her with the gleam of revenge in his beady, brown eyes. “You can have your payback on her after we’ve finished. Then, put her back with the beast.”
“No problem.” Mick nodded.
Oh crap. The pit of her stomach dropped. Without Zelron to protect her, she was really up shit creek.
* * * *
At least they had the decency to cover the top half of her naked body with a green medical sheet. Her arms and legs were wide and strapped down, her lower half exposed to their gaze.
Forrester and Martin sent the guards on a break, obviously thinking she was no threat buckled helplessly to their examination table.
“We’ve left you two relatively alone for the past few days and you’re behaving as we predicted—mating like rabbits. Weren’t you the blushing, little virgin before we gave you to the beast? Thirty-two and untouched! Had we known before, maybe things might have been different. Nonetheless, we still have a job to do.” Forrester walked around the table with a smaller syringe than the one they used on Zelron, and swabbed her arm with a sterilizing swab before his gloved fingers prodded for a vein in the crook of her elbow.
She ignored his pointed insult. “I thought you wanted Zelron’s blood, not mine.” She winced, gritting her teeth at the sharp sting feeling the needle jabbed into her arm, drawing out a vial of blood.
“Yes, but now that you two have been going at it, we have to keep close watch on you. Oh, don’t get us wrong, we want you to fuck like bunnies. The more you do, the more chance there is of you producing offspring.” Forrester withdrew the needle and capped off her blood sample.
“We had these shipped in just for you. Oh, we have big plans. You should feel honoured.” Martin moved forward with a tray table of instruments one would only see in a gynaecologist’s office—long silver tubes and other gloves, lobe bottles, and long, pointed, silver pliers. Was that a razor among the implements?
He pulled a stool forward and sat down, pulling the square table on wheels to him. Picking up a canister, he shook it and squirted out foam into his hand. Her breathing seized in her chest when he lathered it over her pubic hair.
“Let’s get rid of this before we examine you. Now, stay still, I really don’t want to hurt you. Forester’s the sadistic one.”
“I am not. I only do what needs to be done,” Forrester remarked from the other side of the room.
The side of her face throbbed, reminding her exactly how Forrester got things done.
“He’s going to kill you,” Prov growled at Martin. She shifted her arms from under the green sheet, trying to wriggle free of the strap, but it only made her wrist sore.
Forrester sighed dramatically. “The beast? You don’t think we know this? It’s why we make very certain he can never escape. Just face the facts—you’re stuck here, so make the most of it. I mean—free food, free accommodation—all we ask is a little blood every now and then. I mean, what more could a person want?”
“Uh, fresh air, freedom, the ability to choose to donate blood or not.”
“Overrated. Now, try to relax. If you tense up, I’ll be more likely to nick you.” Martin’s brow furrowed into a frown.