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"So you thought you could escape me?"
Brooklyn merely glared at Alexander as Daniel smirked coldly at the bound hunter. The silver manacles burned against her skin as she struggled violently.
When she had come to the cool air was rushing past her naked body as she stood in the center of the room. Alexander's face hard with a dark deadly fury that contorted his handsome features. Daniel was silently reveling in watching his master prepare to dole out her punishment.
"I lost several clients because your troublesome mate managed to escape. I nearly lost several more if you had managed to escape as well. But my men proved too fast for you. But now we come to the matter of punishment. No one embarrasses me and gets away unscathed."
He turned to his servant nodding at the bowl that sat on the stand. Daniel retrieved it along with the riding crop alongside it. Alexander dipped strap in the silvery mix then grinned maliciously at Brooklyn as he held the crop across his chest. Her eyes glowed a rich emerald hue at the sight of the instrument. Brooklyn felt her body shudder as he held the silver coated whip mere inches from her face.
"Now you are going to pay for disobeying me," his words ran cold through her blood.
Brooklyn heard him swoop behind her and raise the crop up and across his body. He grinned wider as he saw her body slightly tremble then tense up.
With a hard snap of his wrist the room echoed with the sharp crack of leather against bare skin. Brooklyn screamed as the tears rolled down her face. The silver burned into the open lash marks absorbing into her flesh. Lash after painful excruciating lash was cracked against her bare back until no skin was left. Her wailing bounced off the walls and through the vents but the only ones who heard her screams were the same ones that shared the small room with her.
"Now are you going to run from me again?"
Brooklyn lifted her head up showing defiant jade walls towards the man.
"Every opportunity I get I will run each and every time. "
Alexander shook his head and almost looked sad at her blatant defiance.
"Very well then, perhaps a few more lashes will make you see things my way."
The stinging pain across her bottom and back of her legs sent Brooklyn to the verge of her world going black as the silver raced through her veins weakening her body, threatening to break her soul in the process.
The floor turned a bright crimson as the blood flowed freely from the deep open gashes. Brooklyn felt the warm sticky sanguine fluid trickle down her legs and feet before finally touching her toes . The pain was beyond unbearable as Brooklyn felt like her entire body was ablaze.
Alexander stepped around her paying no heed to the blood that coated the soles of his boots and tilted her head back up. Brooklyn saw his eyes were swirling with hints of coal black and sienna.
"Even now as you swim through unspeakable pain you refuse to bow to me. But that will soon change, Brooklyn as now you belong to me."
"I am my own master," she spat and coughed.
Alexander retorted her comment. Her soul burned bright despite her bloodied broken body that encased it. She was going to be a tough one to break but then again he always did love a challenge.
"You know Dean will never find you."
"Yes he will," she hissed.
"Tomorrow we will be leaving this place and you will forget about him."
"Dean will find me and he will kill you both."
Alexander merely continued smiling at her as he started where he had left off.
"I am afraid not my dear."
"Fuck you."
"Such vulgarity coming from those beautiful lips. No matter as you will come to show me the respect and honor that I demand from all my servants."
"Keep dreaming there," she whispered hoarsely.
Knowing he would not get anywhere else with her, Alexander motioned for Daniel to tend to her wounds and get her cleaned up for the gala in two days.
Keeping the silver manacles on her wrists, Daniel hoisted her down not caring if it was causing her any discomfort as she had attacked him in her attempt to escape. The side of his face was yellowish and bruised, an ugly reminder of the events from last night.
He lay her on her stomach and fetches some water and several clean cloths, returning to cleanse her wounds. Quiet whimpers escaped her lips with every touch of cool wet cotton upon raw red flesh.
"If I was you, I wouldn't defy Master again," he hissed in her ear.
Brooklyn closed her eyes not wanting to see the little leech again. This guy Daniel reminded her of a groupie, a really possessive groupie. She had seen the way he watched Alexander as the bastard administered his punishment. It was like he was some lovesick teenager.
"The silver will run out of your system in time, werewolf. Serves you right anyways."
Daniel continued cleaning her wounds watching the wounds slowly begin to heal. By the day of the gala they would all but be gone, a painful fleeting memory trapped within her mind.
Dean shot up off the couch seeing he was no longer in the warehouse but somewhere else. Jimmy entered seeing the man was now awake.
"Dean you're awake," he smiled warmly at him. Dean couldn't but help to feel at ease in the presence of this smaller yet gentle man.
"And you are?"
"I'm Jimmy Novak, a friend of your brother's."
"Sam's here?!"
"Dean you need to relax now. You had quite a night last night. Half the Chicago Police Department had you cornered but you managed to escape if you wanna call it that."
Dean ran his hands through his hair feeling the damp tresses against his palms.
"Brooklyn! Oh god she didn't make it!" Dean leapt up revealing his naked body from the blanket. Jimmy was immediately on him in an attempt to calm him down.
"Dean, you need to relax. Sam is working on finding her."
Just then Caleb and Rufus returned seeing Jimmy struggling with the naked hunter.
"Whoa hold up there, Dean," Rufus grabbed one arm as Caleb grabbed the other.
"No! Brooklyn's still out there!"
"Damn it sit down and listen! Hendrickson is out there looking for you! If you go out there half cocked you'll fall right into his hands!" Rufus's words got through to Dean or rather the name Hendrickson did.
"Hendrickson's here?"
Caleb nodded his head. "Yeah when Jimmy and Sam got busted looking for you he was all over this like a fly on shit."
"Lovely," Dean muttered. The last thing he needed was that arrogant bastard Hendrickson on the scene.
"Oh and let's not forget Ponch and Jon running around out there too," the younger hunter added grabbing a drink from his flask.
Dean sat back down wrapping his naked lower body back up. Right now modesty was the very last thing on his mind as he was focused on getting Brooklyn back. Caleb offered a mug of coffee to which Dean gratefully accepted.
The sound of the door opening made every look up as Sam stepped through the door.
"Dean, you're awake."
"Hiya Sammy."
Sam rolled his eyes and sat across from his brother.
"How ya feeling?"
"What do you think?"
"Dean we're gonna find her. I have Ash on it."
"So business up front and party in the back is gonna help us?"
"Uh yeah. Dean I know you're anxious to get out there but we have just about the entire Chicago Police Department on the lookout for us all with itchy trigger fingers. And let's not forget our BFF Hendrickson."
Dean swallowed hard knowing his brother was right. Jimmy sat down beside him seeing how greatly distressed he was.
"Dean, I don't know much about you but I know one thing is for certain: You love her and she is a part of you just as you are a part of her."
"You got that right Dr. Phil."
Jimmy chuckled at his response. Sam got up hearing his cell phone was going off.
"Ash whatcha got?"
"You sitting down?"
"Uh no."
"Good because buckle up because what I have to tell you will knock your socks off."
Outside Detectives Castlebeck and Drycoff listened in on the conversation. Thanks to one of Castlebeck's informants, they were now closing in on Sam and Dean Winchester.
"Screw the Feds," he had told Drycoff as he rolled away from his house and towards the industrial area of Chicago. Drycoff wasn't in a social mood after what he had learned about what took place in Milwaukee. He was running on 3 hours of sleep and a pot of stale coffee. His instincts had proven right after viewing that little DVD. It was footage from a security camera taken in the downtown area. At first he thought it was the lighting but when his friend down in AV examined it, he was quickly proven wrong.
"They were telling the truth," he had muttered beneath his breath. Drycoff had tried to tell his partner but Castlebeck would hear none of it.
"I don't know why you are so insistent on this theory of yours."
"Roland, the numbers aren't adding up. I went through all of the witnesses' files and every single one of them checked out. "
Castlebeck sighed heavily.
"Kid you need to give it up. Once these two jokers are locked up you'll see the lies and deception."
Drycoff rested his head against his hand and looked out the window while listening to the conversation inside. For a couple of criminals they weren't exactly planning anything criminal so to speak. He continued listening and gathering a better understanding of the Winchester brothers.
Alexander entered the room seeing Brooklyn asleep on the bed. Her hair was tied back exposing her back legs and bottom. The ugly open wounds had already closed now red angry lines.
"You may be defiant and noble now, but soon your wild spirit will be broken and fractured and you will submit to me."
He turned motioning for the small man to enter. In his hand was a small bag with needle and ink.
"Put it here," he indicated the right shoulder where the most skin was healed.
The man nodded and went right to work.
I am sooooooooooo sorry for not updating sooner!!!!