iPod in front of me. “This is mine. You know what I have.”
“If you haven’t changed it, I like your retro list.”
“I’ve added some, but it’s similar to what was there already,” she said.
“All right,” I said.
Scarlett wrapped my hair in the scarf. Angel held a cloth in front of my lips, and I opened to let her stuff my mouth with it. She gently closed my chin, then they taped my mouth closed. The blindfold was next, taped in place.
“You are riding in the trunk,” Angel said. “If you want to ride in the car with us the way we did last time, that is two medium favors. Two total, not too each. If you ride with us, we will treat you kindly during the drive. Will you pay it?”
I nodded.
“Michaela, are you all right?”
I nodded.
The ear buds went in like last time, then Angel said, “I set the volume to the same level as last time. We are trusting you. Nod if it’s fine, shake your head if too loud.” She hit play, and it was fine. I nodded. They taped the iPod to me, and then they picked me up and spirited me away.
* * * *
They turned the iPod off. “We’re here,” Angel said. “You are going to receive your first punishment. We’ll talk again soon.” The music turned back on.
They placed me on my feet then bent me over something sturdy. Someone held my legs, two other wolves held my upper body in place, and then I felt a firm strike across my bare bottom. I yelped into the gag.
It wasn’t a hand, and it didn’t just sting, it hurt! I could feel a welt rising, and I concentrated on healing it. Then there was another strike, and I healed that one. Then two more, and I healed them, but I was starting to tremble. Two more, and I healed them. They stopped. There was a long pause before the music was turned off.
“Stop healing them!” Angel said. “We are trying to get a picture. We are going to keep this up until we have ten nice welts. If you heal them, we’ll keep this up.”
The music went back on, and then I felt them strike me. I counted to ten, squirming after each one. They really hurt, especially when one welt crossed the next, and soon I was hissing into the gag.
They stopped and I lay there on my stomach, my bottom in flames, and I waited.
I hand caressed my bottom, and I took that as permission to heal. I did so, but it took time. They continued to hold me like that until I nodded that I was done. I was picked up and placed on the sofa.
The music stopped, and the ear buds removed. Two wolves sat next to me. I leaned over and sniffed Scarlett on one side, Angel on the other.
“Two medium favors to remove the gag,” Angel said. I nodded. They cut the tape, yanked it from my mouth, then pulled the cloth out.
“Thank you,” I said.
“You are welcome,” Angel said.
“May I have something to drink?”
“Water for the duration is one medium favor for each of us. If you want your choice of any beverage we can provide, that is one major favor each. Beverages do not include things that could be counted as food as well.”
“So no ice cream drinks.”
There were chuckles. “Correct.”
“I wish to ask questions, and I am not trying to be insulting. Will you forgive me if I am?”
There was a pause. “Yes,” Angel said. “If you are at least polite.”
“Angel, are you allowed to lie to me?”
“No. Everyone else can. Elisabeth is going to be taking over soon though.”
“So that means Elisabeth can’t lie?”
“No, it means it will be difficult for you to wheedle information from me.”
I laughed. “All right. I presume you all cleared your schedules for this. How long did you clear?”
“I arranged a week. I believe everyone else did, too. We think you are going to be difficult to crack.”
“I am concerned about the number of the favors you are requesting. I am willing to pay of my own doing, but I am concerned you will ask to cash them in for favors on pack business, and I can’t do that, and I’m not even comfortable with favors
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