Ask My Raider

Sending A Message

The door behind her squeaked shut after taking two steps onto the concrete platform. It made a loud thud when the metal hit the door frame and the lock sounded quickly after. She started walking down the steps, her long black hair swayed with her hips as she took her time descending into the cells. Her boots made soft yet distinct noises as she marched down the poorly lit path.  

She eventually hit the bottom and walked passed the cells with prisoners and such laying inside, most backed away, horrified of the leader of these 'mosters' and with that she was content. The cells were damp and dark, no real need to waste more electricity in there than needed, but the stench of blood, piss, and despair flowed freely in there. 

She came up to the place she was called. A small room with two of her men talking calmly nearby the door, they gave her a small nod as she came up, "He's not saying anything, alpha." One of them spoke, he was the smaller of the two boys though taller than her by a few inches. He had recently buzzed his hair so it was still odd not seeing the blonde locks hit his shoulders. She glanced over at the white-haired boy and he simply shrugged.

The black-haired lady shifted her gaze to the man strapped in the chair. His hair was greasy and messy, his facial hair had grown since they brought him in and he looked worse for wear.  The man was as naked as the day he was born, the patrol had caught him in wolf form in the woods and probably not offered to bring him clothes when he shifted, though from the prideful, confident look he was giving the alpha despite how obviously nervous the man was it was obvious he wouldn't have taken clothes if they were offered. " Last chance. Who sent you to scout my land, mutt." She asked taking a step into the room, the boys stayed outside but lent on the wall observing.

"Like I'd ever tell you anything, you psycho she-bitch." He growled at her. Her yellow eyes burned into his and she stared at him, the man started to grow uncomfortable quickly under the woman's gaze. It wasn't angry or deadly it was cold and unimpressed. After about five minutes under the look, the man was about to cave, anything to make her stop but the woman just shrugged.

"He most likely wouldn't be of much worth anyways." She stated simply, "Chop 'im up, leave nothing bigger than a finger and scatter it around outside the territory, he won't give us a direction then send a message to everybody." 

She turned and started walking away but was stopped after a few steps, "Alpha?" One of the boys asked not needing to ask the rest of the question.

"Keep him alive as long as you can, boys." She said with another small shrug, she didn't particularly care either way.

"Wait!" The man suddenly yells, almost as if it sunk in that these people would actually do this. The lady turned to look at him "I'm from Claridge pack, Alpha Jerome."

"Claridge? That's states away." The white-haired boy growled, not convinced

"He hates you guys, he wants to end you."

"Good for him." The bald male scoffed. The lady hummed quietly, slightly amused by this and nodded slightly.

"Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil." The to boys looked at her with a small smile, "Whatever order you wish. Though I'd go for eyes first, tear him up but leave those pieces, it's up to you." The man's eyes widened, she was still going to tell them to do this?

"Preserve the tongue, eyes, and ears well. They do have to make it all the back to Claridge, scatter the rest on him though. Oh and remember to tell Alpha Jerome he's welcome to come and personally collect whatever he can find."

"You can't do this!" The man yelled and she started walking away not really caring for his statement.

"Oh but she just did." The bald one spoke with a small laugh.