Nadya’s Nights: Road to Vengeance
Night Two: Race for the Cure
Chapter Twenty-Three: Rescued
by Indy McDaniel
Copyright © 2009 Indy McDaniel
Nadya slowly started to flutter back into consciousness.
She quickly wished she hadn’t.
Her whole body was nothing but pain. The only positive she found was that she was no longer having further pain inflicted on her. She tried to force her eyes open, but it was difficult. She felt so weak that she had to struggle for the strength to even lift her eyelids. When she finally got her eyes open, she noticed the room was empty now.
Had her tormentor taken a break for the night?
She thought it was unlikely. She felt dread as she heard footsteps coming down the steps leading to the room, but tried to put on a defiant look just the same.
The look turned to one of shocked surprise as the door to the room opened and Cyrus entered, followed closely by Ulbrecht. They saw her as well and she tried to hide the surprise.
It wasn’t hard; between being so weak and realizing that she was completely nude in front of them. There wasn’t anything she could do about that, though, so she tried to push away the feeling. She saw Ulbrecht approaching her, looking in dismay.
Jeez, it must be really bad, she thought.
Cyrus remained by the door, keeping guard.
Finding the lever for the table Nadya was strapped to, Ulbrecht pulled it and lowered the table back into a horizontal position. He moved next to her, looking at the manacles then turning away momentarily. He found a set of keys on the opposite table and took them. After some fiddling, he managed to get Nadya’s arms and legs unbound.
Setting her arms at her sides, his eyes caught sight of the ends of the needles protruding from her breasts. He turned away, looking back to the table, then down at the floor. He found what was left of Nadya’s shirt and picked it up.
Holding it up to her mouth, he said, “Bite down. I’ll try to do this as quickly as possible. I’m sorry.”
Not arguing, she bit down on the fabric of her ruined shirt. She felt his fingers touch against her breast, soft and nimble. It almost made her forget about why he was touching her breast. He pinched the end of the needle with his fingers, and then with a quick pull, yanked it free. Nadya screamed into the shirt as he pulled the needle out.
He eyed the small pieces of flesh stuck to the needle in disgust and anger before throwing it aside. He moved to her other breast, doing the same there. This time, Nadya managed to contain the scream, although her teeth clenched down on the fabric just as hard.
Ulbrecht caught the glint of light off metal from the corner of his eye and looked down, spotting the tip of the third needle. He cringed as he saw it.
“Fucking monster…” he muttered.
Even more gently then when he’d touched her breasts, he proceeded to get a firm grip on the third needle. He slid it out quickly and felt Nadya’s body shudder with pain. He threw the final needle aside then moved back up to Nadya’s head, taking the shirt away from her mouth.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, pressing the torn fabric against the still bleeding wound on her neck. He started to lift her from the table. The blood on her back had started to dry, and as a result had caused her to become stuck to the table. When Ulbrecht lifted her, her back peeled away, leaving clotted blood and a few pieces of her skin stuck to the table.
Nadya whimpered and shuddered more.
Getting his first good look at her abused backside, Ulbrecht felt even more anger flood through him, as well as guilt. “This is my fault.”
Nadya managed to work up enough strength to turn to him and speak. “No,” she said firmly, then managed a half-smirk. “Occupational hazard.” Then her head grew light and she found herself falling forward into darkness. Before she fell completely, though, she felt his hands on her, steadying her.
Despite being nude and tortured half to death, Nadya felt relieved.
As she drifted back into unconsciousness, Ulbrecht lifted her up into his arms and turned back to Cyrus. “We should find something to cover her with.”
“We can do that when we get her back to my place,” Cyrus responded. “This is the hideout for a werewolf pack by the name of the Claws. Used to be respectable, but they’ve gotten pretty bloodthirsty lately. They’re easily startled but they’ll be back. And in greater numbers.”
“Let’s hurry, then,” Ulbrecht said, carrying Nadya back to the door. “She needs treatment. By the time she wakes up again, I want her to be bandaged, clothed, and with pain killers well on their way to taking affect.”
