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Footsteps echoed beside me, but my body wouldn’t move. The lids of my eyes were heavy as they fought the overwhelming need to close. A pair of black blood-stained Gucci men’s shoes came into view.
“That was a very good attempt, little one.” Kellan applauded me as he crouched down in front of me. A broad smile stained his face, and his blood stained the kitchen towel wrapped around the cut I’d given him. “Very well done. It won’t save you from your lesson, though.” He tsked. “Although I am certainly more pleased to administer it than I was before.”
“Fuck”—I struggled to get the words out. My throat was tight, tongue heavy, and it felt like I was breathing through a straw—“you.”
“I’m sure we’ll get to that eventually.” He winked at me before pulling me into his arms and rising to his feet. “But not today. Bad girls don’t get rewards.”
“As if fucking your micro-dick would be a reward,” I spat at him, the power of the words lost with how weak and exhausted they came out.
Kellan simply hummed at my outburst. He didn’t put me down. Instead, he carried me through the long corridors and back down the stairs to the cellar I’d spent the last few days in. He cradled me to his chest like a lover, his movements barely hindered by my weight or the gash in his arm.
He will come for me.
Matthias had to. He wouldn’t leave me here; I was sure of it.
Once inside my prison cell, Kellan set me down on the dingy mattress that rested on the floor.
“Just in case.” He winked at me, and my sluggish, taser-fried brain caught on a second too late.
“No.” My free hand clawed at the manacle he’d fastened around my wrist. The chain clanked loudly in the small space. “Take it off,” I snarled.
Kellan’s smirk deepened. “You aren’t the one who makes demands here, little one,” he reminded me. I yelped when he squeezed one of my breasts roughly to prove a point. “I am.”
“Fuck you, you bastard.” Kicking as hard as I could, I aimed for the side of Kellan’s head. He was too busy playing with my breast to note the sudden movement.
The kick wasn’t hard enough to do any real damage. It was just hard enough to knock him off balance, but not having his slimy hand on me was worth it. I had one moment to bask in the smug satisfaction at the sight of his bleeding lip and the surprise on his face before bitter outrage engulfed him. He lurched toward me, his hand grabbing at the collar of my dress as he dragged me to my feet, his left hand striking my cheek in a slap that had me seeing stars.
And not the fun kind.
My ears rang, and the muscles in my neck strained against the force of his slap.
“You want to play rough?” he snarled, his hand gripping my jaw painfully as he shoved his thumb between my lips. “Go on. Suck on my thumb, you fucking whore, because soon you’re going to be down on your knees sucking a whole lot more.”
Oh hell no.
I bit down on Kellan’s thumb, my teeth sinking into his flesh until I tasted the sweet copper of his blood. His sharp cry of pain was music to my ears, and I bit down harder, wanting to hear it again.
“Bitch.” That was the only thing I heard before he landed a punch to my side, the air whooshing from my lungs. My jaw dropped open, releasing his injured finger, and pain twisted violently through my stomach. “You’re going to regret that.” He shouted for someone, and a few seconds later, another set of footsteps entered the room.
Looking up, I saw smushed potato face number two with his broken nose and angry eyes. The guard whose nose I butchered upstairs licked his lips as his lecherous gaze wandered over me. “I’m going to have a whole lot of fun with you.”
Fuck me like a duck.
I was really in for it now.
I let loose a tidal scream when Kellan’s hand wrapped itself in my hair, pulling my head backward into his lap, forcing me to stare up at him while smushed nose landed one blow after another on various parts of my body.
Kellan’s grip on my hair tightened when I tried to move my head, his eyes staring down at me, a dark grin splashed across his face. Sick fuck was enjoying seeing my pain. I fought back as much as I could, refusing to lie there docilely and take the beating. It wasn’t long before I could feel my body growing limp, the pain swallowing me whole, like Jonah and the whale.
Darkness seeped into my vision as another blow landed on the side of my face. My vision blurred, Kellan’s gloating mug growing more and more out of focus. The sound of the guard’s blows was becoming distant as well, and all I could hear were Kellan’s soft, reassuring shushes, telling me that everything was going to be all right.
He better hope this killed me.
If it didn’t, I’d be back for his blood.
With that last thought, I let the familiar tide of darkness wash over me once again.
CHAPTERFOUR
