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“You’re a monster.” Somehow, deep down, there was a tiny speck of courage that seemed to grow every time he mentioned Neon.

His eyes flared like I had just given him a compliment. “Aren’t we all monsters, Miss Green? Some are just,” he shrugged, “better at it than others.” The chains that hung down his side clanked as he circled me. “Tanit did me one hell of a favor when she offered to bring you to me. I was thrilled when she told me this was something she could do.”

I glared straight at her while focusing on keeping the bile down.

A violent shudder wracked through my body when he placed his cold hands on my shoulders, leaning down, letting me feel his vile breath against my skin. I heard him inhale, slow and deep. “I must admit, Miss Green, you smell as good as you look.” When I felt the two tips of his split tongue against my neck, I cringed. My body went rigid, and my lips trembled. It was the most disgusting, revolting thing I ever experienced in my life, and I couldn’t move. My skin stung, and I was sure I would piss myself at any second. His lips brushed along my earlobe. “It’s a pity we couldn’t meet under different circumstances, Alyxandria. I would have loved to taste you, to make you bleed.”

When the two pieces of his tongue flicked into my ear, I squirmed and started to shake violently with the urge to get away.

“Oh, yes,” he whispered against my ear. “You might not last as long as Neon did, but you’d still be a lot of fun. They say ballerinas can bend their bodies in ways that make for some adventurous fucking. I’d love to see how far we can bend this body of yours while filled with cock in each…and every…hole.”

“Please stop.” I wept, distraught and afraid. Knowing what he did to Neon was enough to make me die of fear right here, right now.

“Remember those words, sweetheart.” He stood and patted me on my shoulder. “Those are two words you’ll be repeating a lot once you and I get started. But first,” he walked over to Tanit, “I have someone I need to see before we can get this show on the road.”

“What?”

Through teary eyes, I saw Tanit’s face scrunch up in disapproval.

“Slither, I can’t stay here for much longer. They will get suspicious.”

“Don’t worry, pretty.” He cupped her face. “I’ll be a half hour, tops. Then we’ll come get the girl, and you can go back and suck Granite’s cock all you like.” He let go of her face and turned to me. “Now, be good. I’ll see you two in a little bit.”

He winked, and I swore the goddamn snake on his face moved as well.

“Oh, and Tanit,” he scratched the side of his face, “don’t hurt her. I’d like to be the one doing all the hurting when I get back.”

All I could do was sit there, bound and terrified out of my mind. I had survived a lot during the past few weeks. But this…him…I didn’t think I stood a chance that I’d ever survive what he had in store for me.

CHAPTER FORTY-THREE

GRANITE

I couldn’t stop pacing. The PC didn’t say whether he was letting us go or not, and I had no idea how long it had been. It felt like fucking years while I stared at these walls, wondering where she was, whether she was okay. Whether whoever had her was hurting her. It was the worst fucking torture I had ever experienced in my life. Not knowing. God. The not knowing was the worst part.

My mind reeled, and my stomach felt like it had been filled with concrete. The fact that I was stuck behind these bars unable to do shit was tearing me the fuck apart.

“You think he has her?”

I cut my gaze to Onyx still leaning his head against the wall, staring up at the ceiling.

“You mean Slither?”

“Yup.”

I didn’t reply. I didn’t want to, because I couldn’t stomach the thought of that being the case. But no matter how much I wanted not to think about it, the odds were pretty fucking good that Slither had her. Who else would tip off the cops, only to create a diversion while they snatched Alyx right from under my goddamn nose?

The steel door creaked open, and Onyx and I looked in that direction. Detective Harrison and the PC came rushing in, the detective unlocking the gates to the cell.

Confused as fuck, I eyed the PC. “What is going on?”

The look on his face made the hair in the back of my neck stand up.

“What the hell is going on?”

“You’re free to go.”

“What? How?” Not that I was complaining.