Wait your turn

[Lovely]

July 25, 2007
night


It was dark in the room again, it seemed like it always was and it made Nicky wonder how much time had really passed, had she been here hours, days... weeks? Her time was spent bound and being tormented by her captors while watching them be even more cruel to others. The sounds of that were what woke her up again and she stared across the room in horror at what was being done. The men seemed to be taking turns and having a good time, while their victims screamed and cried, Nicky was somewhat seperated off from the others. She didn't know why she was or why they didn't do the same things to her as they did the others.. maybe it just wasn't her turn yet? The men did like to taunt her and often roughed her up when they would find her awake or 'catch' her watching them.. like now.

"See that?" One of the men turned and smiled maliciously. "You're next.. Hear how she's screaming? Thats cause she likes it." He was speaking about his current victim.

Nicky was truly terrified of them all but there was a fire in her, a fight that refused to completely cower or back down. She retorted to his taunts, spitting her insults at him with all the sass and contempt she could muster. "Well, I'd be screaming for help too if someone was trying to screw me with such a tiny tool." There was a growl, she heard the words 'You little b*tch' and she was hit, it all happened so quickly, she was dazed and not sure who hit her or what. Her lip was split, she could feel it and taste the blood.

The man leaning over her now squatted down to her eye level, turning her chin to make sure she faced him and the slight, sick grin. He seemed far too pleased about the handiwork. "Awww, look at that. I bloodied your lip again. Damn," he said, less than sincere in his tone, though his thumb brushed the mark to clean it up a little before the swelling took over. He licked his own lip expectingly, and the grin faded a little. He heard another slap and turned to see one of the other girls sitting slack and tilted, not getting up to fight anymore for now as she had the brief respite of passing out against the hold of her tethers. When he turned back to face Nicky, there was a fire in his eyes, a question if she was going to disappoint him the same way.

She tried to jerk her head and move away from his touch but she found the boards pressing into her back where she was tied to the support beams of an unfinished wall. She was able to sit which was something of a luxury, her eyes darting to the girl who had passed out and hung limp. She was quickly drawn back to the gaze of the man before her now, she 'knew' him as he and his brother were the only ones allowed to really touch her and they were often close when she woke or would wake her just to taunt her, it seemed. Her own gaze held a fire within it, angry and defiant, almost as if she was daring him to do something.

He smiled as she tried to run but couldn't even move. She was smart enough not to waste her energy struggling, so what was she waiting for? His hand cupped her chin and his fingers curled up around her jaw, his nails just in her line of sight become long razors he tapped against her cheek - a warning. He leaned close to whisper only loud enough that she could hear despite the others' exceptional hearing. "Don't move," he kissed against her neck. "Make it look like it hurts like hell and I'll make sure it doesn't. If it doesn't look real, you'll be like her. Got it?" His teeth gnashed on her skin, hard, but not breaking the skin.. not yet.

[Lovely]

She struggled a little at first, there wasn't much she could do or anywhere she could go so she held still and let him tend her. Unsure of his intentions and scared as hell with his sharp long nails against her cheek. She was trembling a little partly because he was being so gentle and then he bit her neck, she took in a sharp breath and cried out loud enough that the others likely heard it without any trouble. Her whimper was more soft and stacato breaths followed as if she was trying hard not to cry out again. Tears shone in her eyes along with the fear and fire that was still there. Ever so slightly she nodded, meeting his gaze for a moment, she would do what he said but didn't know why he was doing this. The bite hurt but she could tell he hadn't broken the skin.. what was he up to?

He chuckled. The scent was remarkable and the others would catch it as well - her fear was so sweet and genuine. Her lip was turning dark and the welt was beginning to raise where she'd been struck. He turned her face again, kissing her hard against the angry mark before dragging his rough tongue over the cut.

Nicky trembled beneath his grasp, most of her reactions were very real as she waited for the swing and blow or another bite. Maybe he was just messing with her and then going to get really mean, she had seen what the others had done to the other girls.. He kissed her hard and she squirmed, her legs shifted and curled but she couldn't move away, she cried out softly as his tongue roughly dragged over the cut. "Please..." She whispered softly, begging him quietly not to hurt her the way the others had done to the girls.. It made her wonder and she asked in another whisper. "None of them have... 'taken me for a turn' yet.. not that I want them too but why haven't they?" What was the plan for her, why was she spared that but yet abused in other ways?

The wolf inside him stared back into her eyes for a moment. "Because I'll rip the throat out of anyone and everyone who even thinks they can try it - even Marc. I -may- do that just because I can," he laughed and licked slowly down her neck, nipping slightly.

As he stared at her with such an inhuman gaze she was both facinated and frightened, she flinched and banged her back into the boards behind her. She couldn't help the small noise she made as it did hurt and she is truly scared of Biff, though the lick and nip sent shivers through her and a gasp to part her lips. How could she enjoy any part of his attention?

"I can give you ice for that... or just chills," he offered, still licking over her neck and taking in all her scent offered him. He nibbled softly past her ear, licking away the sweat and dried blood wherever he found it. He was slowly cleaning her up from the damage and the cut on her lip had already stopped swelling though she likely hadn't noticed that yet.

She whimpered, her breathing a little more panted as she strained against the ropes that held her tightly and securely in place. She didn't notice abut the swelling, still to frightened and yet also distracted by his more gentle and sensual attention.

One of his smaller pack brothers was fascinated and drawn in by the scent from this one, watching Biff and wanting a little taste for himself. He made the mistake of coming too close, thinking he could pull Biff off of her? Biff turned sharply with a snarl and had the boy's arm firmly in his wolfen jaws before either he or Nicky could blink. He let go of the boy and pulled back the wolf within. "Back off," he said, glancing between his pack brother and any others who had any ideas about distracting him. He returned to what he'd been doing, letting the boy run off to tend his own maimed limb.

Nicky nearly screamed when the two wolves went at each other, she held it back somewhat and stared wide eyed at Biff once turned back, everything happened so quickly it left her scared and stunned. She writhed and strained harder against the ropes, making her tender skin a bit raw where they dug in. She was trying to get away from his attention or more of it, he was making her tingle and cringe at once, she felt like her head was spinning.