War and Lust - The clash of Alphas

Chapter 8

Tanks POV

Shit i think i f****d up. i broke her for nothing, not a slither of intel. shes not faking it, she isn't the feisty full of attitude foul mouthed b***h that gets under my skin. she's down to her raw nerves and for what? so i get some new wank material, f**k!!

i press the power button to turn all the controls off on the chair. i stand up and walk straight out back into my home, i reach out and Link the Alpha to let him know it's been useless she has nothing. what the f**k am i meant to do now? i feel like utter s**t.

I have this feeling that's heavy in the pit of my stomach, Guilt? Shame maybe? its never been there before so i'm clueless.

I rub my hands down my face as i turn towards the bathroom and start filling up the tub, this feeling needs to f**k off.

What am i meant to do with her now? they never leave my room alive They're always dragged away to be someone else's problem, if they take her will they kill her? f**k!

I head back into my playroom and begin unstrapping the crying mess before me.

The clean up crew arrive and i shoot them a deadly glare with two simple words "f**k off" with that they rush out nearly tripping over each other.

I turn back to Jamie whose body is shaking uncontrollably i don't think shes got any fight left in her.

I carefully slip my arm under her now free quaking legs while they cover my bicep in her sweet smelling slick, my trousers get unbearably tighter as i bite my tongue to redirect my mind to pain rather than this spicy smelling female.

Blood fills my mouth as i put my other arm behind her back, i slowly lift her exhausted body as she hisses in pain and wriggles in my arms, I was surprised she didn't lash out at me now her hands were free.

I head towards the filling tub it should help ease her body and soreness. i place her down in the water and slowly lift her top off over her head from behind.

That's when i see the welts, i know them all too well I've both given lashes and received them,

With her body still shaking i grab a jug and pour the warm water over her sweat covered hair, grab some soap and start working it into her scalp before rinsing it off and pausing.

Looking at my hands i decide i need to get the hell out of here before i start painting the small females nails or something just as ridiculous!

i reach over turning off the taps before i head out "i'll grab you some fresh clothes" i say stopping at the doorway being closing it behind me.

Jamies POV

I cant move, No i don't want to.

The heat from the water is seeping into my bones, its such a contrast to the hell i was just put through. Once Tank left i slowly opened my legs and let the water sooth my raw core.

It stings like a b***h, tears come to my eyes but this time i don't fight it, i let them fall down my face with my eyes closed.

Just let me shut the world out for a minute, let me forget everything. my chest aches as i lower myself further into the tub, why didn't he kill me? why am i here? and why the f**k did he wash my hair?

It felt amazing I've never had anyone take care of me before, such a simple task but filled with such intimacy, i had to stop a moan from escaping my lips as he scratched at my scalp.

Does he pity me? he watched me break, i spilled out everything about how pathetic my life is. my face sinks under the water as i hold my breath.

I cover my face with my hands and scream letting the air turn my frustration into bubbles to break on the surface.

Two hands reach down to grab my arms to pull me up and out of the water onto my feet "What the f**k are you doing? Trying to drown yourself?" Tank looks pissed.

My hands automatically cover my core and my breasts forgetting i still had a bra on, "what do you care? your a f*****g psyco!" i grunted angrily at him.

Rolling his eyes he grabs a towel and puts it over my shoulders, "out" he points to the door, happy to get the hell out of this room now i'm feeling trapped with him init.

I pull the towel around myself and lift my leg to climb out of the bath with a wince making me pause, not wanting to move my legs with the sting between them.

Tank huffed and quickly picked me back up into his arms storming out of the room and places me on a bed.... his bed? it smells like him - sawdust and a wet forest, a strange mix but utter perfection, its such a shame his a prick!

As i come out of my thoughts Tank turns up with a plate of food and a bottle of water.

He puts them on my lap looking at me with a pot in his hand "lean forward this will help your back heal" he ordered leaving no room for argument.

I did as i was told and moved forward pulling the blanket up to my neck, Tank pulled the towel down to my hips, unhooked my bra and started rubbing the weird smelling cream on my back.

My entire body tensed at his touch his hands are huge and thankfully didn't take long.

Tank then stepped back and grunted out "Now be a good girl, Eat your food and get some sleep. if you so much as try to escape i will strap your arse back to that chair for days! Understand?" i squint my eyes at him and nod once.

With that he turns wonders off into the white room leaving the door open.

I look at the plate on my lap, Bacon! sausages! Steak! Ekkk Mash potatoes and veg my goddess i'm starving!

I down the water and start shovelling food into my mouth not caring what i'm picking It's all amazing!

Before i notice Tank grabs my wrist and slaps on a rope attaching it to the headboard as i look at him in disbelief "Are you f*****g kidding me?! can't i just eat?"

He answered with a completely straight face "Nope, i'm just making sure you stay put while i'm busy"

I roll my eyes and focus back on inhaling my meal, before i knew it i'm stuffed and unable to move, placing the plate on the side table i sit back on the fluffy pillows with my body finally relaxing i fall quickly asleep.

I stir awake and blink my eyes around the strange room, the walls are painted black, the furniture looks old and solid.

There's a small modern kitchen area in the corner to my right. one thing that's missing is windows, maybe we're in the basement?

I stretch my arms and legs when a sudden sharp burn between my thighs stops me from continuing "Ouch" a stark reminder of yesterday, i pull myself up against the pillows and tug at the rope keeping me in place, Argh i have to pee and i'm tied up like a damn dog!

"Oi i have to pee" i call out, trying to get that idiots attention. "Hello?" hurry up for goddess sake!

A minute goes by and nothing, "Don't think I won't pee in your bed! After yesterday it would be the least you deserve!" i scream out.

If he leaves me here any longer i really will have an accident. one last chance before i let loose "Argh REALLY!! TANK!!"

Just as i was about to let it flow Tank came charging through the door with a pissed off look on his face while wiping blood off his hands with a rag.

Shit... "I have to pee" i whispered out as a shiver ran down my spine, it's like i suddenly remembered why his so dangerous.

Without taking his eyes off me he pulled out a knife and cut through the rope on my wrist with ease "go get ready we're leaving in five" Tank said with a quickness to his voice. "Where are we going?"

I thought id be thrown in some crappy cell to be honest, not be left having the best sleep I've ever had while surrounded by this brutes scent all night.

"i'm dropping you near your pack where you'll be picked up" My jaw nearly hits the floor, his got to be lying right?

I raise a brow in confusion "seriously? why would you do that i thought i'm a prisoner?" Tank huffs and quickly grabs his bag resting against the bottom of the bed.

"You have 3 minutes left, your clothes are sill in the bathroom" I look down and notice i fell asleep before i put anything on, well i still had my bra hanging off one arm but that was all.

I look up at him and bite my cheek trying to decide what to do, f**k it i'm not ashamed. I scoot over to the edge of the bed by the bathroom and casually get up and rush inside slamming the door behind me.

I quickly pee (finally) and put on the clothes tank left for me, their baggy but at least i'm not naked. he must of borrowed them from a woman here as there's no way his stuff would ever fit me, his shirt would be like a giant dress, i snort at the thought.

"Times up kitten move your arse" argh i hate it when he calls me that. i put on my boots that thankfully wasn't ruined and head out to Tank.