Wolves and Men

And what to do with the wolf bitch in the back? It could have gone so much easier for her if she had just submitted to him, like all his other ‘students.’ But she was stronger than anything he had ever encountered before. She probably wouldn’t succumb to brute physical force either but right now he was beyond his limits for patience.

He grabbed the rod that was hanging on the wall pegs. Its metal shaft was heavy and reassuring in his hand. The leather wrapped handle felt secure in his grip. He grabbed a few other things and walked to the back of the basement.

He stopped next to the wall just out of reach for her from inside the cage. He glanced up to see her eyes open and watching him. She was sitting as regally as she could in the cramped space. The cage had been sized and chosen to wear her down physically by forcing her into uncomfortable positions, there wasn’t enough room to lay down or stand up. Her hair was a mess and her scent was that of stale sweat. There wasn’t any hint of the scent of fear, but maybe there would be after tonight.

He finished setting up his marvelous little device and looked directly at the caged woman. “Hello, Ansuya. You know why I’m here, yes?” He asked as politely as possible. Seeing her there, sitting like a queen upon a throne of refuse, made him want to strangle her dead then and there. He forced himself to be calm.

She gazed deeply into his eyes, the smoky effect from her dark skin tone made him think such wonderfully dark thoughts. Beautiful or not, she was going to give him what he wanted, even if after he was done with her she wouldn’t be so attractive.

“I couldn’t imagine what you want, Kenneth. You’ve never asked me anything,” she said with shocked wide-eyed innocence.

Kenneth could not control himself. He jammed the rod down in between the cage bars. An evil crackling rang out in the confined space and Ansuya yelped with sudden pain. Her eyes opened wide in pain. Her features contorted around the pain from the electrified rod. Kenneth kept the rod jammed between the bars for long moments as Ansuya’s body convulsed and jumped against her will. She remained stoically quiet. Except for that first yelp, she remained completely silent. But her face gave away everything that he needed. She felt every glorious second of the white-hot electricity that flowed through the bars of her cage that she couldn’t get away from.

Kenneth withdrew the rod with a sigh, tiring of her face contorting and her body spasming uncontrollably. He looked down at the woman as she heaved heavy breaths while trying to keep her outward façade of calm. He held the rod up to his face. “Now, Ansuya, tell me what I want to know?”

She spoke between heavy breaths, “You…haven’t…told me…what…you want.”

“Huhm,” Kenneth snorted and jammed the rod in between the bars again.

The sweet crackling of electricity rang out through the basement again and Kenneth couldn’t help but smile warmly down at the helpless woman as a about a thousand volts of electricity coursed through and over her body. She was so brave not to cry out, not even a sudden yelp of surprise escaped her lips this time.

There was the scent of something burning. That was to be expected. Her clothes would be a bit singed. The voltage was high but the wattage of the current was low, that meant that she would feel the pain but never be in any real danger of dying. He removed the taser from the cage bars.

The woman sat there serenely as her muscles came under her control again. Even though she was dirty and probably exhausted, she exuded a regal air that at once enticed him and then repulsed him. She had no right to look up at him the way she did, as if she was somehow still in control of the situation.

“I can tell this hurts you, Ansuya. Why don’t you just save me the time and yourself the pain? Tell me what I want to know,” Kenneth said calmly as he idly regarded the instrument of his torture.

“I told you…I don’t know what you want…You never asked me anything,” Ansuya replied still trying to catch her breath.

Kenneth smiled sweetly down at his prisoner. “Very well, Elder.” He walked away from the woman. He had left his tools where they were, no reason to take away the threat of pain, let her look at it and contemplate just how long he could keep going.

He slowly made his way back to his little work bench and the peg board with his tools. He picked up and carried a small chair back to the cage. He gently set it down and took notice of how she hadn’t moved. Her face was placid. It made him want to slice her neck. He had heard of the famed calm of the werewolf Elders, but this was more than maddening. He grabbed the rod and jammed in between the bars.

The electricity made her body convulse, her muscles flex and strain against the current. Eventually she would pass out or die, or both, even with the low wattage, human bodies can only take so much abuse. The voltage would eventually start to burn her skin and her hair. She couldn’t escape it. All she could do was try to be brave and not cry out. Eventually she would scream, eventually everyone did and werewolves were no different. He watched her face twist and contort as her legs twitched and her back arched. Not too much fun all at once though. He withdrew the rod. Maybe he should have tried this method first? Oh well, nothing he could do about that now.

He looked down at the woman’s chest heave up and down as she tried to catch her breath. There was the smell of burning hair now. Such a pity, she had such a gorgeous full head of waist length hair, not easy to come by or maintain. He lamented the damage that it must now endure.