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I felt awful for all three of my guys and Baxter, but Rain worried me the most. This had to be really fucking with him because of Ariel. She’d been kidnapped as a child and taken from him. He didn’t find her until she was damn near an adult.
I hadn’t known the Rain from before, but I had heard some of Ariel’s men talk about how dead inside he’d been, even after he’d found her. It had taken him a while to thaw out to where he was now. I didn’t want to be the reason he went back to being dead inside.
He had a big family and they all needed him. Baxter and Romero needed him. Fuck, even Finn needed him, though it had seemed like neither had been aware of that small fact yet.
They all needed each other, but Rain would be the one that held them all together.
The tears came faster and I was okay with that because I was the reason they were all together right now. They’d miss me but as long as they stayed together I was sure they’d eventually be fine.
I loved them all. Even Baxter the kid, just in a different way from the guys, obviously, but we were family all the same. He didn’t need me to be his mother, just his female coven member.
“Crying already? What a disappointment. I remember you being so much stronger than this the last time you were chained up. I’m going to have to give you a real reason to cry.”
My entire body trembled in fear at just the sound of his voice. I closed my eyes and prayed to open them to find myself somewhere else. Hell, I’d even take one of my most painful memory nightmares at this point over reality.
“Ah, now this silent treatment is something that’s very familiar about you. You always were the strong, silent, resilient type. It’s nice to see at least some things haven’t changed. I’ll just have to work on toughening you back up.”
Fingertips trailed down both sides of my face, lightly tracing the tracks made by my tears.
“You’re a pretty crier, I’ll give you that.”
I opened my eyes because, despite how much I wanted to hide and retreat into my head, I felt like I really needed to know what he looked like. I could hide from the monsters all I liked but it would do me no good, they’d still be able to see me just fine.
The man hovering over me looked timeless. I couldn’t pinpoint an age group to put him in, I just knew he was older than his twenties.
His hair was pin straight, blondish white, and hung down to his shoulders. His eyes were a light, milky brown that almost seemed washed out. The gleam of pure evil in them shouldn’t have shocked me, but it did. I had seen nothing like it before and it scared the absolute shit out of me.
The cruel smile that graced his lips was almost as horrible as his eyes.
“Ah, those pretty, dark eyes are so much more pleasing to look at than the pure white color they had been before when your sight had been taken from you. I’m pleased to find out I made the right choice with not taking that from you this time. Adrian enjoyed that sort of thing, but I confess, it’s not for me. I find it to be rather distasteful. I want you to be able to see me and see what it is that I’m going to do to you. That way it’ll make the experience so much better for the both of us… Don’t you think?”
What I thought was this motherfucker wasn’t just evil he was bat shit crazy to boot. I kept my mouth shut because I knew without having to know him that he wouldn’t appreciate hearing that and it would only make things more difficult for myself.
He tsked at me and boy had I heard that before.
“You do so well with the silent game of yours until you start screaming. You always scream so pretty.”
I didn’t know what kind of sicko found the sounds of someone’s screams pretty but it wasn’t someone I wanted to spend any time with.
Something sharp pressed into my stomach, ripping through my skin and tearing up my insides. Searing heat accompanied by agony followed the sharp invasion.
He got what he wanted. I opened my mouth and screamed.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he purred, and he stabbed me again.
My screams almost drowned out the sound of his pleased laughter.
Almost, but not quite.
This is what playing with your food looked like and, no matter how much I wished for death simply to be put out of my misery, I knew death would not come quickly for me.
Nothing in my life ever came easy, so I wasn’t stupid enough to think death would be any different.
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Blood On The Grass
Romero
