Page 29 of Beautiful Scars

She deserves nothing. If her mother is the stubborn cold-hearted bitch I think she is, then my little captive won’t be home in time for supper. In fact, she might not be going home anytime soon. It would be worse for her if she knew her own mother was the one dragging this out.

Nah. I know how it feels to be abandoned by your own mother, and no one deserves that.

Iwillbe the bad guy. Sometimes that’s the kinder thing to do.

“Trust me sweetheart, I’m doing you a favor.”

She glares up at me. “If that’s really what you think, then you’re more fucked in the head than I thought, you sick, perverted—”

I grab her jaw and throat in a hand and push her head against the wall, baring my teeth at her.

“Well you don’t have all the facts, do you? So you need to listen. You need to follow my rules. And you need to believe me when I say you do not want to fuck with my brother.”

Her throat moves under my hand as she swallows. “Then tell me what you want from me.”

It’s not even a question. She says it like she resents every damn word coming out of her mouth.

“I want you to go to the bathroom, fix yourself up, and have something to eat.”

She frowns up at me, as if she can’t believe the words that are coming out of my mouth.

I guess that list isn’t exclusive. There’s a lot more I want, but those three things will do for now.

“Fine. Where’s the fucking bathroom?”