01-22-2015, 09:34 PM
((Aww I hope you feel better soon!))
Wrath and Rhage had their prizes. Tyson soon found himself bound and gagged like Reed. A quick text had Butch on the way with the Escalade, its black-tinted windows ensuring privacy and that no curious humans got a look at the captives inside. Before long the SUV came purring up and another male hopped out, hazel eyes shining mirthfully at the prospect of not one slut, but two.
"Are the cells in order?," Wrath wanted to know as he and Rhage wrestled their cargo into the vehicle and strapped him in, ready to climb in beside with Daggers drawn lest these two somehow still have some fight left in them. Butch nodded. His flat, Bostonian accent would surprise the lessers.
"Fritz says they're ready to go. V just finished putting the palm-scanner lock on the door---no way in or out unless you're one of us."
The King nodded gravely; this pleased him. Even should the compound in some way be infiltrated, the prisoners could never be freed. Before long they were pulling through the guardhouse gate which protected the grounds from outsiders. Butch kept on driving past the massive stone castle the Brotherhood called home, and on into a huge underground tunnel which led into the system of passages where such things as the training center, gym and pool were located. It was also where the lessers' new homes were. He pulled up in a covered parking area, and twisted around in his seat.
"We're here. Welcome to your new home, sluts. "
Wrath and Rhage had their prizes. Tyson soon found himself bound and gagged like Reed. A quick text had Butch on the way with the Escalade, its black-tinted windows ensuring privacy and that no curious humans got a look at the captives inside. Before long the SUV came purring up and another male hopped out, hazel eyes shining mirthfully at the prospect of not one slut, but two.
"Are the cells in order?," Wrath wanted to know as he and Rhage wrestled their cargo into the vehicle and strapped him in, ready to climb in beside with Daggers drawn lest these two somehow still have some fight left in them. Butch nodded. His flat, Bostonian accent would surprise the lessers.
"Fritz says they're ready to go. V just finished putting the palm-scanner lock on the door---no way in or out unless you're one of us."
The King nodded gravely; this pleased him. Even should the compound in some way be infiltrated, the prisoners could never be freed. Before long they were pulling through the guardhouse gate which protected the grounds from outsiders. Butch kept on driving past the massive stone castle the Brotherhood called home, and on into a huge underground tunnel which led into the system of passages where such things as the training center, gym and pool were located. It was also where the lessers' new homes were. He pulled up in a covered parking area, and twisted around in his seat.
"We're here. Welcome to your new home, sluts. "