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She knew he wasn’t bluffing, the truth shone from his eyes. He cared nothing for Nithe. At least now she knew a little more about the playing field. She sent her senses out, through the holes in the glass. Hmm, apparently whatever supposedly stopped a beings magic from working while bound to the cross didn’t include her sensing his emotions, or sending emotions to Nithe. Both of those things had been as easy as breathing.
Raum’s emotions swirled with twisted desire, jealousy, and rage. All of them were hidden under a veil of sadism and loyalty. When he’d spoken of his and Ballzy’s mutual “friend”, his voice had changed inflection.
“Does your boss not return your affections, Raum? Is that why you stoop to capturing innocent men and taking out your perverted, twisted desires and rage on them?” she taunted.
She really should learn to shut her mouth, but her tongue had a mind of its own. From the corner of her eye she saw Ballzy shake his head, his mouth slightly ajar. The look on his face reflected his acceptance of her words as probably true.
Raum’s hand tightened on the blade. He held it up to the glass.
“You little bitch. You think you’re so smart? I will make you scream in pain. The man whose cock you were salivating over is mine. You will never know what his cock will feel like in your mouth, but I will. You’ve no idea how badly you just fucked up. You think to taunt me? I hold all the power here, you pathetic little cunt, and you will rue this day.” She could almost see the flecks of spittle covering the glass between them.
Yep, should’ve kept her fucking mouth shut. But, oh, had she hit a raw nerve, or what? Jackpot! Turning back to Nithe, Raum ran his free hand along his injured cheek, pressing his fingers into the wound. A pressure Jezzie felt too. His bloodied fingers moved to Nithe’s lips, and tinged them red. Moving to stand on the platform with him, Raum made sure Jezzie had a clear view as he placed his own lips over Nithe’s and licked away the blood. Nithe stayed rigid, his lips unyielding, his eyes focussed solely on Jezzie.
Anger burned in the pit of her stomach, and from deep within she felt the call of chaos, of destruction, and wrath. It whispered to her softly, like a lover making grand promises. Outwardly she showed no sign of her inner conflict. It wasn’t like she could spill the beans anyway, the things he wanted to know were locked within her, as they’d always been, until her full power came to her. Aunt Rai Rai had made sure of it. If those powers even existed. Being the first of her kind, as far as she knew, nothing was certain.
Raum stepped back down off the platform, tracing the blade down the center of Nithe’s chest, between his abdominal muscles, stopping just below his navel. A thin line of red welled in the blade’s wake, taunting her from the other side of the glass.
Jezzie pulled in a deep breath as the sting echoed on her skin. Mmm, yummy. The taste of psycho was apparently on the menu today, despite Raum’s earlier declaration. She inhaled his dark emotions, tinged with the aftertaste of bitterness and self-loathing. They were thick and heavy, it was hard to get a good flow going through the small holes available to her. Like too much oatmeal in one sitting; she knew she’d regret the meal later, but for the time being he was such a perfect target, and he deserved her worst.
If Raum’s skin lost some of its color, he didn’t notice, too focussed on his so-called “fun”. His hand came to rest on Nithe’s rigid cock. He gripped it hard, then added a painful twist, causing Nithe to grunt through his clenched teeth, his lips curling in a grimace.
“You see, you little bitch, he belongs to me. I can, and will do whatever I like to him. And you can’t do a fucking thing about it.”
She vowed to find a way to wipe the smile off his fugly face one way or another. She breathed in deeply and his emotions filled her. His soul beckoned, but she struggled to connect with the pulsing mass of ick.
Another slice, this time to Nithe’s thigh, had her leg starting to tremble. Raum grabbed a whip from behind the cross. Shit! He probably had a whole arsenal of twisted torture equipment back there.
The lash to her back caught her off guard and her scream pierced the air before she could stop it. As it faded, so too did Nithe’s. The phantom feeling of blood and split skin lingered longer than the cut to the cheek.
“Hmm, yes. Sing, little songbird, sing. You both complement each other so well. What a shame no one cares to save you from the pain.” The saccharine sound of his voice made bile rise in her throat as his hand caressed Nithe’s perfect balls. Her eyes narrowed on the sight.
“I see you don’t like me touching my pet so intimately? And yet, there isn’t a thing you can do to stop me, is there? Care to tell me your secrets now?” His hand paused as he awaited her answer.
She looked to Nithe, glanced at Ballzy. Both men shook their heads as stealthily as they could.
“Even if I could, I’d never give someone as pathetic as you the satisfaction.”
If he hadn’t picked up on her disdain laden tone, surely the way she spat on the ground before her feet showed him how little she thought of his attempts thus far. She’d had worse done by the humans she’d hunted. Although, she’d much rather he was in her cell doing it all to her. Even without the illusion all she had to do was consume his feelings and leech out a bit of his soul and she’d be able to heal herself. Healing Nithe, though? She’d never been able to do things like that.
Chapter 19
The bastard moved behind Nithe, grabbed the hair at his scalp, and mercilessly yanked his head back to expose his throat with one hand. With the other he attached a thin barbed length of wire to one of the crossbars.
“Hold very still, pet,” he murmured as he released his hold to switch hands and attach the wire to the other side. Nithe’s throat grazed the wire and the scent of burning flesh reached her. He pulled back slightly, but every time he swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbed, and a new wave of pain and acrid stench filled her senses.
“Time to step it up a bit, I think.” His confidence was truly starting to piss her off.
This time, Raum donned a black leather glove covered in runes and some kind of pattern, writing maybe? Honestly, it just made him look like a Michael Jackson wannabe. A piss poor one, but still it brought humor to an otherwise fucked up situation. Whether it made it more fucked or less, was open to debate.
“You won’t be smirking for long, bitch,” Raum snarled, his upper lip curled back.
The first glide of the glove across Nithe’s chest was agony. Mirrored as it was over her own, Jezzie felt skin melt away in a wash of gravel burn. Her eyes closed of their own volition, teeth clenched so hard they almost cracked. Her shadows rose to just below the surface of her skin, soothing the pain away, turning it to pleasure. When her eyes flashed open, she knew fire flashed in them, and as she locked her gaze onto Nithe, she found his own glowed like golden coins caught in the light of the sun. Another long pull at Raum’s emotions had him stumble backwards. He eyed her with suspicion and calculation.
The next time he slid his gloved hand down Nithe’s body he slowly ran it down the side of his torso, over his ribs, and up and down his thigh. He paused as he watched her agonized face, and without taking his eyes from hers he slid it over the sensitive skin of his cock. The red and bleeding mass left behind had her screaming on the inside. Her shadows flicked out of her erratically for a few seconds as tears slid down her cheeks. She wished she could tell them her secret, but it was locked deep inside her, and she didn’t yet have the key. Aunt Rai Rai would fucking hear about this. She felt no corresponding pain between her legs. Well, she didn’t have a dick, so it kind of made sense, right?
Nithe screamed blue murder as sobs wracked his body. He looked at her, pleading. Oh, how she longed to speak the words that would stop it all. But, from the look in Raum’s eyes, the maniacal pleasure he felt, the waves of building excitement, she knew even if she were to give her secret away, he wouldn’t stop until his own sadistic fun was had.
Nithe looked at Ballzy. “Sáifrai’enna.” His voice was hoarse, the sound came out a whispered plea. One he repeated over and over again. She wished she knew what it meant.
