Page 57 of Ryder
“Jesus,” I heard one of the prospects mutter from the front. I ignored them, because all that mattered was that she was hopefully getting that shit out of her. She was slack in my arms, but no longer retching.
The scary part was that she’d have choked to death, if that had happened while she was still tied up. She couldn’t move, so she would have had no chance. I wouldn’t mind betting that the bastard would have let her die like that too, like a final insult.
“Better?”
I used part of the sheet to wipe her face. I had to hold her head up to do it, and it was freaky. I’d talked up the idea of drugging her for sex, but this, this was the most fucked up thing I’d ever seen. It definitely wasn’t a turn on for me, and that bastard had been on top of her, thrusting his fucking cock into her, while she was paralysed and screaming.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to her, stroking her hair, as I rested her head against my chest again.
“Why?” She breathed, a tremor running through her, as I held her tight.
“We were on our way. We were just too slow.”
She shuddered more violently in my arms.
“I deserved it.”
What the actual fuck?“That’s bullshit. Now I want you to shut up until we get you back for the doc to look at. You need to conserve your strength.”
She fell silent, and the rest of the journey was more than a little unpleasant, trapped in the back of a van with a paralysed woman in my arms, and foul smelling vomit rolling around, dangerously close to my boots.
When we finally stoppedmoving, the prospects helped me out of the van, so I didn’t have to let go of Tori for even a second, and then I hurried into the infirmary to see Doc. He’d been briefed, and had been patching up some of my brothers, but the moment we arrived, he turned to look at the few guys still waiting, and told them to man up and sort themselves out.
Tori was whimpering quietly in my arms, and my muscles were admittedly starting to cramp. I had to relinquish my hold on her, but it was almost impossible to do willingly.
Doc pointed to the gurney that he’d set aside for Tori, and I gently rested her on it. When I tried to back off, she gasped, and tried to grab my t-shirt. Her fingers flinched at me, but she couldn’t grip the fabric.
“I’m not going anywhere, darlin’. I’ll be right here.” I finally eased away from her, just enough to rest her on the bed, so the doc could check her over.
He stepped closer, not touching her at all yet. My respect for the man intensified in that moment, because he knew she’d struggle with being touched right now.
“Hi Tori. I’m Doc. I’m sorry for what happened to you. Can I come a little closer, to see how you’re doing?” She made a sound, and tried to move closer to me.
“He’s not gonna hurt you, darlin’. He’s safe, okay? I’m right here.” I had her hand tightly gripped in both of mine, and I felt it twitch slightly.
“You’re getting your muscles back.”
“Don’t touch me,” she whispered, and I started to release her hand, thinking she wanted me to let go. “NO!” She practically screamed.
“Okay, okay… I’m hearing you. Calm down, darlin’.” She fell silent again, her breathing rapid and erratic.
I glanced at the doc. “So… she was dosed with something which paralysed her, but didn’t knock her out.”
He cursed under his breath.
“But clearly you’re getting some movement back now. That’s good. Do you know what the drug was?”
“No.” She seemed to be whispering a lot. Had he hurt her throat when he choked her? Had he done other things that we didn’t know about?
“Let’s get you some water, and some paracetamol,” Doc said, leaving us alone for a moment. Would that even be safe? We didn’t know what she’d been given. What if there was a reaction?
“Doc…”
“Relax. Paracetamol is the least likely thing to react with whatever Tori was given, and the poor girl is suffering. It’s not going to help like something stronger would, but it’s the safest option right now.”
She couldn’t hold the glass, so I helped her drink some, and then we washed down the pills.
“He cut her,” I blurted out, making Doc curse again.
