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Wrapped around a man like a choking vine.
Not just any man.
Axel’s father.
“I don’t need anyone to believe me over you,” I tell her unconscious form as I drag her in the direction of Axel’s basement torture room. “Because you won’t live to see another day.”
Father has a new toy. The less said about it the better, but of course, he wants to show it off. He’s summoned me tonight to try it out. I can’t even begin to imagine what world of horrors he has in store for me.
The fucking bitch wakes up as I’m tying her to a chair and headbutts me, painfully splitting my lip and making me see stars. I backhand her across the cheek, spit blood in her face, and then follow it up with more spit. Filthy, nasty fucking habit, spitting is.
Exactly what she deserves.
When I think about what she’s done to Axel…about what she wanted to do to him, and would have done if I’d not found them in time…it sends me over the edge into a blinding rage.
“You’re going to pay for this,” I growl, and the fucking ballsy bitch that she continues to be, throws her head back and laughs. It makes me want to rip her vocal cords out and then see who’s laughing, but I wouldn’t deprive myself of the pleasure of her screams.
“Fucking hell, are you such a little pussy that you can’t even take a hit?” She gripes.
She thinks I mean to make her pay for headbutting me?
My knife is blade down in the back of her hand and she’s screaming until my ears are ringing before either of us can blink.
“Pay forhimyou brain-dead cunt!” I shriek in her face, wrenching my knife free and stabbing it into her arm. She screams again and I fucking welcome the sound. “How dare you think you could lay claim to him! That you could justtakewhat he wasn’t willing to give you! That you could touch what’smine!”
I take the time to savour the sight of her bloodied arm, my power over her evident as she whimpers and twitches in the chair. It’s exhilarating, this control, the ability to make someone scream and plead for mercy – or the lack thereof. Her pathetic attempts to struggle only make my heart race faster, the adrenaline pumping through my veins as I pull back the knife for another plunge.
Fleetingly, I wonder what the guys will think of what I’m doing, but quickly dismiss the notion. I did warn them, somewhat jokingly, that I would hurt anyone who touched them. I didn’t expect to have to put that threat into practice so soon, but what she’s done, what she’s tried to do, is so much worse than I ever could have imagined. Which is why my actions are completely justified. The lengths she was willing to go to, to take him from me, without his consent, chill my blood.
No. She has to die. The guys will understand. Kaiden would applaud me, I’m sure.
As I carve a pattern into her flesh, her blood trickling down and staining her skin, I can’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. This is what she deserves. This is the punishment that she has been begging for virtually from the first day we met, even if she doesn’t realise it. As she cries out and curses me in between hysterical breaths, I lean down close to her ear and whisper, “You’ve been begging for this, bitch. And now you’re going to reap what you sow.”
Her eyes widen in terror, as the realisation hits her. She knows I’m not just here to fuck her up. I mean business. Sheknows.The fear is a powerful aphrodisiac, and I can’t help but feel a twisted sense of lust surge through my body. I pull back, admiring my handiwork, blood and gore stained across my hands.
I am the one in control. In this twisted game of power and dominance, there can only be one winner, and I intend on being that person. I raise my knife again, ready to give her exactly what she deserves.
“Y-y-you’re sick,” she stammers weakly, delighting me.
“That’s why he loves me,” I tell her with a crazed grin. “He accepts this side of me. Embraces it. Nurtures it. You think you could have taken my place? Stood in my shoes?” I laugh. “Oh honey, you haven’t got the stomach for it.”
Her blood dripping onto the cold, hard floor, she weakly shakes her head in disbelief, tears streaming down her stupid filler-pumped cheeks. With each cut, she winces, sobs and screams, and I’m vindicated with satisfaction. The power I hold over her is intoxicating, and it fuels my rage.
As the adrenaline coursing through my veins begins to subside, I look at her battered and bruised face, shedding tears of her own blood. The more damaged she becomes, the moreI can feel my control over her increasing. It’s incredible, this feeling of absolute power. I’m not ready to kill her yet. I want to fuck her up some more.
She tries to scream, but her voice is choked with fear and pain. She looks at me, pleading with her eyes, but it only fuels my desire to keep going. I smile cruelly, savouring the fear I’ve instilled in her.
She can not live. She will not give up. I will not allow anyone to come after what’s mine.
I check out and give into the bloodlust which sends me into a frenzy. My knife, coated in her blood, stings as I hack away at her flesh. I can feel the life draining out of her. Her screams have turned into weak gasps, and her patheticness just serves to piss me off even more. Where’s the ballsy bitch that wanted to take what’s mine away from me now?
With a savage grin, I plunge the knife deeper into her flesh, carving a crude message into her skin. She screams in agony, managing to find enough energy to thrash once more. She’s broken now, torn down to nothing more than a vessel for my wrath.
I take another step back, enjoying the sight of the carnage I’ve wrought, the malicious smile never leaving my face. I watch her, her eyes filled with a mixture of despair, horror, and pleading. The remnants of the defiance that once burned within her now snuffed out by the sheer brutality of my attack.
I step back, and she slumps in the chair, her chest perfectly still. Her screams have silenced, her voice lost in the emptiness of the room. The air has changed. It reeks of death. Her black soul paints the stone walls and there’s zero regret as my knife clatters noisily to the floor. She’s done.
I check for a pulse.
