Brawn - Laurann Dohner [34]
A third guy hauled Becca to her feet and yanked her hands behind her back. His hand clamped down around her wrists as if they were cuffs and she swayed on her feet, still hurting from the blow she’d taken. Her left cheek throbbed and tears blinded her.
“We’re not hurting him,” the doctor snapped. “See the mask? It’s a top-of-the-line video system. He’s not seeing a game screen though. We have X-rated movies playing for him to get him in the mood. We’re showing him a woman masturbating. He’s just pissed because he knows we’re forcing a sample from him.”
“It’s rape,” Becca rasped. “You’re fucking sick.”
The other woman stormed forward and stood in Becca’s personal space, glaring at her. “This is what we’re going to do to your precious boyfriend if you don’t take the samples. I’ll drug him, string him up the way 919 is and hook him up to the vision goggles. I’m going to get samples from him one way or another.” She glared at the man restraining Becca. “Take her to the feline mix and let her think about that until we’re ready to freeze his samples when we’re done with 919.” She smirked at Becca. “You better do what I want so he doesn’t suffer the same fate as this one.”
The doctor stomped toward the Species and bent, flipped on a switch at the machine in front of him and another howl of rage came from the poor male. His body bucked as the machine started, his hips twisting to get away from it, but the straps around his waist secured it to him. The horror of what was being done was unthinkable.
“You’re all going to rot in hell,” Becca swore, struggling with the bastard who held her, but he refused to let go as he forced her to the door. “You’re the animals!”
Chapter Six
Becca meekly walked beside Randy. He took her through the double doors with two goons flanking her in case she put up a fight. She didn’t, happy to be taken to Brawn. The moment the doors opened into the other room, Brawn stood. His gaze fixed on her.
“Are you well?” He sounded and looked enraged.
“I’m fine.” Emotionally, she wasn’t but she knew he wondered if she’d been physically abused.
Brawn growled at Randy as he backed up inside his cell. “Bring her to me. I will turn and not move.”
“Nope, kitty cat. You don’t get your piece of ass yet. The doctor ordered me to put her in with 880 now. He’s going to mount her first. I bet that’s going to eat out your guts, watching him take her.”
Brawn roared and lunged at the front of the cage fast. Vicious growls tore from his throat.
“He’s lying,” Becca yelled. She had to shout to be heard over Brawn’s outrage. “He’s fucking with you. That woman said I’m to be put in with you.”
Brawn stopped pulling at the bars and released them. He took a few ragged, deep breaths as he backed away again. Randy laughed and slapped Becca painfully on the ass.
“You ruined my fun, bitch.” He paused before Brawn’s cage. “If I say jump, you better jump, kitty cat. Otherwise I am going to bend your bitch over in front of you and make you watch me mount her.”
Furious catlike eyes narrowed when Randy laughed. Becca could feel Brawn’s intense gaze on her and stopped glaring at the asshole who was intent on verbally torturing him.
Randy turned his head and his gaze roamed her body. “You want him bad, don’t you, bitch? You like it doggy style with the kitty cat?”
Becca didn’t say a word, knowing he baited her. She was outside her cell, helpless with the men around her if they decided to attack. She watched the goons draw those dart guns as they edged behind the back of Brawn’s cage. He saw them too and turned to track their movements with his heated glare. His hands rose to hold the bars along the back of the cage, giving his back to the cell door.
“I won’t fight or attack. You don’t need to stun me. I won’t move,