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The Son of Red Fang by Diana Sockriter novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153

“it’s not enough. I seed more.”

He whispers, looking away. He tugs on his hands. I can feel that he wants to reach up to the bleeding gash on his head, whining softly in defeat when he can’t break loose from my grip.

“I’m going to let you go now. Keep your hands down.”

“Yes sir.”

His voice is barely audible as I slowly release his wrists. His eyes are closed as I rinse a soft cloth in the water. His distress is evident on his face and in his breathing

“Lean into my hand, I don’t know how uncomfortable this will be.”

I place one hand on the left side of his face as I slowly press the cloth down on the laceration on his head. He whimpers softly and shifts his legs with the discomfort it causes but doesn’t try to stop the process.

“Deep breaths Cole*

1 stroke the side of his head with my thumb as he rams hand into my hand.

1 remain like this with his for several montes before slowly peefing back the cloth. The bleeding has stopped so I take the time to clean the blood from his hair and neck again. The water has shed agan so I pull the plug allowing it to drain.

“Shall I help you get out of he

He opens his eyes as he mods his head.

“Yes sir.”

He agrees quietly. I hold out my hand affint i stand, taking his in mine as he groans to his feet. He steps out of the tub onto the towel on the floor. I grab another towel off the counter and start putting him, de, looking for any additional injuries that may have been missed at the same time.

I hand him the towel to Emish any wet spots i missed, confident that his head and neck are the last of his injuries from that horrific beating.

“Come on over when you’ve done. I’ve got some clothing for you.”

He remains silent as i open the two packs i brought into the bathroom with me. I listen as he makes his first tentative steps towards the counter. I was hoping that the Ativan would have had a better effect on his analety.

“Take a seat. I know I said that I needed to go through a questionnaire with you but considering you’re potentially a virgin I’m going to utilize a different

interview tactic.”

“You don’t believe me?”

His voice is hushed, sounding ashamed of being a virgin.

“I never said that.”

I state calmly as I hand him a pair of underwear. He sits on the stool next to me as he puts them on.

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