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I’d failed a little by enjoying this, but I’d succeeded too. She wasn’t injured, just scratched.
“More, Mister Pieter!”
Shit.
“Last time,” I yelled back at them. No reply. I took a deep breath and approached her.
My relief when she came again and no one screamed more at me was immense.
There was some fresh bleeding on her stomach. I’d check that when the wires came off.
Before I could unwrap her, they ordered me to back away and be restrained. I bowed my head a moment before obeying.
The lock of the cuffs on my wrists brought Gregor into the room.
“You were a little too gentle and look.” He went to one knee and picked up the silver bracelet with the angel. “She has to wear this or I punish her. You know this angel, hey?” He nodded at Jasmine.
Her lips trembled. Above her head, her fingers tightened on the chains making them sway and clink.
“Answer me.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
“It was my fault!”
But he ignored me, tugged on the gloves I’d dropped, and began to roughly remove the wire.
“My fault! Not hers.” I seethed.
“Never mind. Next time you will know. Be silent or this will be worse for her.”
I lost count of the new scratches he created and the slaps he gave her face and breasts. Jazmine was sobbing uncontrollably by the end, streaked with red like a cake iced entirely the wrong way.
Yet another point on the list of reasons to kill him.
When I ground my teeth, the guards near me laughed. So many people to kill, so little time. I gave myself some gold stars for caring. They almost cancelled out the black marks I’d gained for wallowing in her pain.
By the time they delivered me to her room, she was there, waiting, naked except for the blood. Exhaustion blurred my mind, but I went to her.
The distress and her choked out noes drove me away for all of half a minute before I growled, advanced again, and tucked her into my arms.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” I rocked her a while, aghast at how much I’d done to her. Not all of it had been Gregor’s fault.
Now that I had her, she didn’t move at all. That scared me most of all. She hadn’t forgiven me for the boy. What was going on in her thoughts?
Chapter 18
“Come. You have to clean off the blood. Don’t stay too long. It’ll keep the wounds from clotting if you do.” A voice like the tide coming in, soft and persuasive. With his big hands on my back, he herded me to the shower then turned it on, held me there a second, as if afraid I’d fall, or wander off...
Mute, blank, nothing happening in my head, I stood there with the cold water pouring down me, stirring up the pains. I hissed but with time the pain dulled. Cold. I shivered.
At least some of the bad seemed to wash away in the flow.
The things they’d done to me.
Maybe I deserved it. Maybe. My tears mingled with the water. I’d done bad things in life. Maybe this was karma. My eyelids drifted down.
I stood there, being washed away, being hurt.
