Savage Mate

8. Birthday

Mark

I tried to jump when I heard the door opening. It was never a good thing if someone stepped into my space, but I had forgotten the damage from the fight the previous night, and I didn't get far before the pain pulled me back. I recognized Trevor in the doorway and felt a little better, but not much. Trevor was not my ally, he was John's right hand man, but at least he treated me as a human, even if for him I was just a money making human.

"Happy birthday, Beast!" Trevor says with real happiness in his voice, as if another year of this Hell was something to celebrate. And he knew I hated the nickname. It was something that I had earned in my years fighting underground for John, letting the rage take over and destroying my enemies. "It's not everyday you turn eighteen, you must be really happy!"

"Why should I be?" I reply, turning my back to him and trying to hide my apprehension, my fear of what they could be planning for my birthday.

"You are an adult now," he is still trying to sound like this is something important, not acknowledging my dismissal. "I think you should have a taste of what that means," he adds, and I heard a whimper. When I turn back, he is dragging a young woman in my room. She looks broken, and I realize that she is one of the women they use. "She is already broken in, so you won't have trouble with her. She is yours for the day. I will send some food and toys for later. Enjoy!"

Trevor walks out, leaving the trembling girl behind. She doesn't look much older than me, but I know she has suffered as much, if not more than me, just in a different way. I'm not sure what to do, but I know I can't just send her back, they will just give her to someone else. They are vicious monsters, and they will just enjoy hurting her. I growl in frustration and I see tears running down her face. I stand up, ignoring the pain all over my body, and try taking a deep breath, which is a bad idea since I probably have a couple broken ribs. I move to where she is and stop just a step from her, she goes to her knees, extending trembling hands to my shorts, the only piece of clothing I'm wearing, but I grab her wrist and pull her up. My side and shoulder hurt at the effort, and I grunt. I push her to the bed a little too hard, but she doesn't complain, she just closes her eyes and waits there.

I hate the fact that she is here, and not just in my bed, but in this awful place. I feel like I should do something, but immediately the memory of the Kitty's broken body stops that line of thinking. Trying to help will only make things worse. I get into bed and turn my back to her, but the bed is narrow and I feel her behind me, still shaking.

"I'm tired, I'm going to sleep. Try not to move so much," I warn, and try to do just that, but it's not easy with her so close. Eventually, she gets out of bed and I hear her sobbing. I move to the center of the bed and turn to her. She is sitting in a corner. I really don't know what to do, but eventually I fall asleep. I'm really tired, my body still recovering from the last fight, one that was beyond brutal. I just hope I won't have to fight again until next weekend, or it could be really bad for me. 

I wake up again when the door closes, and I see the girl holding a tray with food and a bag over her shoulder. 

"They just brought the food," she says in a voice so low that it's almost impossible to hear, "and the toys," she adds, her voice breaking. 

I watch as she moves to the bed and offers both the tray and the bag. I'm hungry, and there's barely enough food for me, but I still offer some to her, and she looks at me as if I'm crazy. I guess not everyone bothers to feed her while taking advantage of her. Once I finish my part of the food, I take the bag and open it. I see her stiffen next to me as I see what's inside. Clamps, whips, dildos and I don't know how many more things. I close the bag again and let it fall to the side of the bed feeling sick and regretting the food I just ate. 

It's impossible not to know about John's other business. While in the hub, I had even seen some of the things he likes to do. I know how most of the stuff in that bag can be used, and I know the pain they can cause and how then can destroy. I've seen the new girls arrive to the hub, scared, but still holding on to hope, by the time they get out, shipped to wherever John wanted them to be, there is no hope in their eyes, their stares dead, their spirits broken. The girl in the room has to be fairly new, because there is a little spirit in her.

"What do you want me to do?" she dares to ask, and I realize that the waiting must be hard for her, she must be thinking the worst. I know how that feels, being punished, locked in a dark room waiting to see what will happen next, not knowing what John's plans are for me. Sometimes waiting is worse than anything else.

"Nothing," I say after a while. "I just want to rest after my fight. You and I, we are both prisoners here. Just because I'm hurting, doesn't mean I will hurt you." Most of the fighters are here because of the money they can earn, but a few of them are trapped, either by debts or blackmail. Some of them enjoy hurting others to try and ease their own pain, but I have never understood how hurting others help them, it only makes me feel sick.

"But..." she hesitates, looking at me as if I'm an alien, "but you are John's son," she says, and that makes me react, in a bad way.

"I'm not his son!" I yell at her, walking in her direction, stalking her and pushing her against the wall. "That man married my mom, but I have nothing to do with him!" I feel like I'm losing control, I want to punch her, but I hear her whimpering and snap out of my anger, turning my back on her and going back to bed. The sudden movements have hurt me again, and all I want is to lie down and not move for a while.

"You are bleeding," she says, not that it surprises me, I must have opened some of my old wounds. "Can I..., can I help you with that? Clean them and dress them?"

"Don't bother," I say through clenched teeth, trying to suppress the pain, but mostly the anger.

"Please. Let me help." I say nothing, and she must have taken that as agreement, as she starts moving around until she finds the first aid kit. Then she goes to the bathroom and gets a wet towel. "I'm sorry if I offended you," she says. "I'm going to clean the blood." I say nothing, and she gets to work. It hurts, and I growl. "This looks bad, it might be infected, so I need to clean it."

I let her clean my wounds, and once she finishes, I go back to bed. I'm hurting all over after the treatment, nothing new, something I'm used to, but still, it's uncomfortable. It's also uncomfortable to feel the woman so close to me, and so tense, so scared. Even when cleaning my wounds and helping me, I could tell she was just waiting for me to snap and turn on her, to hurt her. I hate John and the others who have made her that way, and I hate myself for not being able to do more to help her. 

A few hours later there is a knock on the door. "One moment," she calls, her voice trembling, and she gets up from the corner she has been sitting in, and opens the door. I hear a few words being exchanged, and then she brings more food for me. "There's cake, I guess it's for your birthday."

I frown, that's not something I expected. Since mom died, no one ever bothered to celebrate my birthday. Sometimes Trevor would say something, but other than that, no one else even acknowledged it. I'm pretty sure I wouldn't even know when my birthday was if not for him.

"You can have the cake," I offer, but she looks at me as if I'm setting a trap for her. "Look, it's time for you to see that I don't intend to hurt you, stop being so scared, you're making me feel bad."

"I'm sorry, it's just, since I got here no one have behaved like this towards me, I'm just waiting for the other shoe to fall. I'm sorry."

"I get it, I feel the same, I have no idea why they suddenly decided to celebrate my birthday, but part of me can't stop thinking that it can't be because of something good."

We both fall into silence for a while, I get the rest of the food, but leave the cake for her. I can see the bliss in her eyes as she eats it, but I know that's not enough to make up for everything she has gone through. 

"You have never been with a woman, have you?" she asks out of the blue.

"No. I have been fighting for John for almost four years now, and the only women here are not here because they want to. I won't take advantage of anyone."

"That's why you always go all out for outsiders, but never hurt badly the other house fighters?" she asks, and I freeze at her words. Was I really doing that? If I had, it was not something I have done on purpose, and it's possibly something that can be used against me.

"I always do as I am told. I fight when they ask me to fight," I defend myself, but I'm feeling a little nervous with her words, not sure what she wants. In this place I have learned that everyone can be an enemy.

"You won't hurt me, will you? You won't do anything I don't want," she says, and I just stare at her, not sure where she is going with that. "Ever since I arrived here, I have been forced to do things I don't want to do, but right now, there is something I want to do, if you let me."

"What?" I ask, feeling even more nervous.

"I want to give you a proper birthday gift," she says, moving closer, her hands going to my shorts.

"I told you, you don't have to do anything," I try to move away.

"I know that, you have proven that. You could have used me or hurt me already, and you haven't, but right now, I want to. You deserve to feel good, and I've been told I'm good at that," she reaches for me again, her hand going for my d**k, that's already getting hard.

I'm frozen by indecision, but as soon as I feel the warmth of her hand, I just don't know what to do, and once I feel her mouth around me, I'm just too weak to resist, I don't want to resist. I let myself enjoy what she is doing, and soon, way too soon, I'm coming and I watch her swallow everything, it's not until she is finished that I notice the door is open and Trevor and John are standing there.

"I see you are enjoying the gift," Trevor says. "See? Your boy is a man now! And he still has a few hours, let's go and let him keep using his gift."

Any pleasure I just felt is forgotten by the invasion of my privacy, but it's something I should have expected. I see John staring at me, and I don't know what to think, but he just closes the door and leaves. The girl is back to shaking, the confidence she had a moment ago is gone.

"They are gone, you don't have to worry, and at least they saw you doing your job, so you don't have to worry about them trying to hurt you for not doing as told, you are safe."

"Thanks," she says. "Did you... did you like your gift?"

"I did, thanks," I say, and she smiles, "but right now, I think I need another nap, I'm still recovering."

"Of course, anything you need. I'm here for you," she says, but I don't feel like her words are fake, it feels like she really means it. I don't think much about it, I just go back to sleep.