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Looking for Love	By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 2208 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 7 � The harsh light of day

/�Into the arms of understanding�/

Light streaming into the bedroom woke him the next
morning.� He lay in the bed, blinking for
a moment, remembering what had happened.�
Bile rose in his throat at the utter loathing he felt for himself.�

For distraction, he looked around. �The bedroom was medium-sized, its colors muted
and masculine.� On one wall was a
photograph of a spectacular lightning strike and on another wall one that
looked like the Northern Lights.� The
room�s owner was asleep in a chair across the room, his long legs stretched out
before him, his arms folded across his chest, his head tipped forward and his
long hair obscuring his face.� Now would
be a good time to snoop around and find out more about Will Stevens.

Don went to sit up and couldn�t suppress a groan as pain
slammed through his body.� Will�s head
jerked up and he opened his eyes.

�Good morning,� Will said, standing and stretching.� Don was briefly diverted by the sight of the
long muscular body then he noticed dark stains on Will�s shirt and jeans.� Blood.� Don�s blood.

With a sense of dread, Don looked down at his body.� It was still wrapped in the sheet but what he
could see was caked with blood.� Beneath
the dried blood, his arms and shoulders were covered with angry red lines and
the beginning signs of many bruises.� His
wrists were red and swollen from the restraints.

�Okay,� Will say with a definite lack of enthusiasm.� �Guess we better see what you got yourself
into.�

He came around the side of the bed and Don clutched his
sheet around him.� He didn�t want to see,
and he certainly didn�t want this attractive stranger to see.

Will sighed and crouched down beside the bed, his eyes level
with Don�s.� �I told you that I was an
EMT, right?� I�ve picked up people from
The Chamber before who were in worse shape than you, but then they were usually
dead.�

Don raised his eyebrows and Will nodded.� �LAPD Vice has kept an eye on them for a
while but there hasn�t been anything they could prosecute.� The Chamber has damn good lawyers.�� He smiled with satisfaction.� �Let�s see them get out of the drug charges.�

Don vaguely remembered signing a waiver that said the club
couldn�t be held responsible for injury or death.�� He shuddered.

Will continued, �I�m overjoyed to see The Chamber get shut
down.� Ninety-nine percent of BDSM clubs
are responsible organizations, concerned with the health of all their members,
and dedicated to safe power
play.� But it�s that last one percent
that harbors monsters like Channing that are the most frightening, especially
if someone goes in there thinking that the club will look after him. �I don�t know if The Chamber has even heard of
a Dungeon Monitor.

�I bet Channing told you that you didn�t need limits or a safe
word.�� At Don�s slight nod, Will gritted
his teeth.� �I bet he also made you think
that you were only there for his pleasure.�
That�s not the way it should work, you should be his partner, not his �
piece of meat.� I bet you had no idea
what your role was supposed to be, nobody explained it to you. �Your first Dom was Ragan, right?� Total wannabe. �Goddamned filthy club.

Will put one hand on the bed near Don and said with quiet
passion, �I was worried when I found out that you were being called the sub no
one could reach.� Then that night I found
out you were under that sick bastard and I was terrified.� There�s been more than one body carried out
of his dungeon.� I was so relieved when I
finally got that last piece of evidence I needed to call in the raid.� I didn�t want to have to explain to anyone
how I let a fellow Fed get tortured and murdered right under my nose.

�Now please,� Will asked.� �Let me see?�

Don closed his eyes, feeling even more like a fool than
before.� He released his grip on the
sheets.� He clenched his teeth as Will
peeled the sheet away from his chest.�
Will sucked in his breath and Don forced his eyes open again.

From the shoulders down, his body was covered with dried
blood.� The sides of his rib cage sported
large welts where the end of the whip had wrapped around his back.� His upper chest was covered with burns � red,
swollen, and moist.� Blisters had
developed in many places, signaling second-degree burns.� At least the burns all still hurt, which
meant that no nerves were damaged.� Knife
slashes started out in a pattern on his left shoulder then grew deeper and more
erratic as they crisscrossed his chest and down his stomach.� Probably
Channing was getting more and more frustrated.� Pink angry whip-scored skin showed between
the slashes.� Bruises were beginning to
appear everywhere, especially clustered around his nipples and at each
joint.� An anatomy student could use the bruises to map my nervous system.

With a grimace, Don looked lower.� His cock and balls were red and inflamed and
severely bruised.� His legs were repeats
of his arms, with whip scores, bruises and knife slashes, but the restraint wounds
around his ankles were much worse than his wrists.� Thick caked blood stretched from his ankles
to his feet and hid whatever wounds were underneath.�

Will examined Don�s body with a professional detachment that
Don appreciated.�� Will�s gentle fingers
inspected each area, including lifting Don�s cock and balls to check for
further injuries.� He gestured for Don to
turn over and Don did with a great deal of pain.� Don hid his face in the pillow as Will looked
over his back.� Don knew that his back,
thighs, and ass would be covered with whip welts, knife cuts, and maybe even a
few burns.� He�d lost track of what
Channing had been doing.

�Damn,� Will said as he carefully separated
Don�s bloody ass cheeks.� �You�ve got
multiple first-degree anal tears.� That bastard.�

Don�s head shot up at the raw anger in Will�s voice but Will
was looking away, his hair covering his face.�
By the time he turned his face back so that Don could see it, Will
looked calm.�

�Let me see your mouth,� he said and Don opened his
lips.� Will gripped his chin and turned
him towards the light.� �You must have
had one helluva death grip on that gag,� Will commented in an almost
conversational tone.� �You�ve got sores
from your tongue to your gums to inside your cheeks.� I bet your jaw aches too.�

Don shut his mouth and nodded.

�So,� Will said in that odd chatty
voice.� �Burns,
bruises, cuts, abrasions.� Along with at least two broken fingers.� Not to mention your muscles are probably very
sore and you�ve lost a lot of blood.� The
anal tears are the most worrisome since they can get infected very easily.�� He stood up from the bed.� �We need to get you cleaned up, so I can
start plastering you with medication and bandages.�
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