JP - Deliverance

When morning did come, though, a guard would arrive for them both. “They want her in the breeding program.” He told Clonestone, despite the fact that she was far too injured for such activities. It was the guard that had hurt her, after all.

Clonestone made his skin hard and sandpapery. Without a warning he was on the guard, holding him by the throat and slamming his head into the wall, knocking the bastard out. He shut the door to his cell and dragged the guard further into his cell. This guard was going to experience pain beyond his imagination.

Bella whined and hid under the bed.

Clonestone stripped the guard of his uniform and tied him down with strips torn from his sheets. Clonestone wanted to hear him scream but knew he would be stopped if screaming was heard so he stuffed the guard’s mouth with shredded sheets and gagged him with another long strip torn from the sheet. Clonestone slapped the man awake.

“Ever watch ‘Deliverance’?” Clonestone asked casually as he got started. “I’m gonna make you squeal like a pig. Eee!”

Bella scrambled - more like weakly crawled - out from under the bed and slipped into Clonestones bathroom to hide so she wouldn’t have to see what her new master was going to do to the man. Yes, that guard had harmed her, but she didn’t like watching someone suffer. It didn’t mean she would stop him, though.

The guard deserved every second of the pain he endured that night.

The guard was still alive by morning, but was probably wishing he would die. Clonestone was still not satisfied and wished he was Tzeitel. Leaving the guard where he was tied and went to the bathroom to wash off the blood.

Bella would look up at Clonestone, her bandages on her side where she had been stabbed soaked in blood by now. All the movement of going under and out of the bed had probably torn some of her stitches.

“Oh no!” In a panic and still covered in the guard’s blood, Clonestone called for the guards to get Bella a vet.

Bella tried to follow, but the loss of blood overnight had finally taken its toll and she was laying on the floor when the first guard arrived. He picked her up. “I’ll get her to the vet and well taken care of…have fun with your…toy.” He gestured to the other guard before heading out the door. “Oh, and they plan to give you some girl with pink hair later. I don’t know the details.” He shrugged and closed the door, taking Bella to the vet.

Normally Clonestone would be happy and looking forward to a plaything, probably another woman in the breeding program. But he was too upset about Bella being hurt. He turned his skin into sandpaper and proceeded to rub the skin off his ‘toy’.

It wouldn’t be until hours later when they returned Bella and made sure Clonestone had instruction on how to care for her. They would not be helping her a third time.

Clonestone fussed over Bella, ignoring the guard’s agonized groans in the background. He would not let her pull her stitches again.

Bella whimpered and looked up at Clonestone, thankful for his attention and help, but still a bit drowsy from the pain medicine they put in her. She would sleep for a bit and the next day a vet would visit to look over her.

“Stitching looks good, still, but don’t let her do any running or too much activity.” The vet said calmly. “Also, do I need to send someone to clean that up?” They gestured toward the obviously now dead guard. No one cared because the bastard deserved it.

“He’s starting to smell and Bella doesn’t like it.” Clonestone strangely did not mind the smell of suffering and death.

“Well, she’s a dog…” The vet commented. “Her heightened senses make it difficult to handle the smell. I’ll send some cleaners in for you.” Handing him a cup with a pill in it, the vet set down a bottle of water. “Make sure to give her this medication when she eats her next meal. Also, when you give her a bath, be very gentle around the injury.” With a wave, the vet left.

Bella stared at the cup with medicine in it like it was pure evil.

Clonestone looked at the pill, already planning on hiding it in a biscuit. “It will make you better, Bella.”

Bella whined and dropped her head onto her hands/front paws. She was not going to make pill taking very easy.

Clonestone sighed and sat down. He looked at the clock and the door, wondering what was taking them so long to send him that pink-haired slut he was promised.

There was suddenly a knock on the door and a voice over the little intercom by it. “Sorry, but Yule won’t be coming here. She’s sick and we don’t want to risk her giving it to you. She and the girl sharing the room with her are currently being quarantined there. We can find you someone else. Any…requests?”

“I want Tzeitel.” Clonestone said bitterly. “I want someone I can restrain and break… What about that electrical silver haired slut?”

“She’s off limits,” The man said. It was a lie, but no one in their right mind was willing to go near her. “How about the bee chick? So long as we keep her bees in her room it should be fine.”

“I don’t want to fuck a bug.” Clonestone said. “What about that watery bitch?”