Brawn - Laurann Dohner [28]
“Put her on the table and strap her down.”
“Who are you?” Becca didn’t fight as the men shoved her at the table. “What do you want?”
“Sure thing, Doctor Elsa.” One of the men nodded.
The woman refused to answer, instead just stood and crossed her arms over her chest. Becca memorized the gaunt face, the black hair pulled into a tight bun and the woman’s long, thin nose. She glanced down to note the doctor was rail thin, perhaps five foot nine in her flat shoes and wore a white lab coat. No rings adorned her fingers, no scars or tattoos were visible. She had no distinguishable marks besides a few wrinkles around her mouth and eyes, which pegged her age at around fifty. She stared long enough to make sure she’d be able to pick the bitch out of a lineup if the need arose after her rescue.
The two men suddenly adjusted their holds, lifted her off her feet and slammed her back on the table. It was padded, no paper had been laid down the way real doctors did for exams and the cheap, fake leather was cracked from age. Panic struck when they began to use Velcro straps to pin her arms down and she kicked at one of the men who grabbed an ankle, nailed him in the arm and he glared.
“Put your feet at the end of the table.”
She locked them together bent up. No way was she going to allow them to strap her flat and leave her totally helpless. The jerk leered at her. He suddenly reached out and grabbed her thigh to dig his fingers into her flesh deep enough that it really hurt. She screamed. It felt as though he was tearing the skin from the inside of her thigh. She opened her thighs and his hand released.
A faint roar sounded but she heard it. Brawn. He must have heard her scream. The doctor laughed.
“He is pissed. Make her scream again and see if he reacts, Dean.”
Dean grabbed her thigh and dug his fingers in again. This time Becca expected it. She gasped and tensed through the horrible pain but the asshole dug in deeper until she couldn't take the agony anymore. His hand released her thigh when she screamed. Another faint roar sounded a second later.
Doctor Elsa chuckled. “I never expected them to bond so well.” Her cold gaze examined Becca. “Thank you. Now I have a way of controlling one of them. I think he’ll do anything I want if I use you against him.” She smiled widely at her two goons. “Look at the monitor. He’s going nuts.”
Dean turned his head and Becca stared at the monitor too. It was a live shot of the cages from high above, where she’d spotted those cameras. Brawn paced and attacked the bars but they didn’t break. He roared again, spun and began pacing furiously.
The doctor walked to a microphone system by the monitor. “Stop it or I’ll hurt the female,” she warned. “Sit down and be quiet.”
Brawn paused, lifted his head and glared at the camera. His rage was evident. He backed up until he reached the cot, sat hard and his hands gripped the edges of it. He kept glaring at the camera. The Doctor moved away from the microphone and laughed.
“I’ll be damned. I bet that cat would bark if I told him I’d hurt her if he didn’t. This is intriguing.” She waved her hand as she faced Becca. “You men can leave us alone.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” Dean hesitated. “We should stay in case you need us. Her legs aren’t strapped down.”
She shrugged and walked around the exam table, studying Becca. “What’s your name?”
“Rebecca.”
“Well, Rebecca, I’m going to take a swab of your mouth to test you for drugs and get a sample of your DNA. Open up and if you bite me one of these guys will knock out your teeth. Do you understand? I’m also going to draw blood and give you a shot. I’m trying to figure out what is different about you that attracted him to you. Leave those feet down and don’t kick at me either. I have no sense of humor.