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Brogan jabbed his fist into Donny’s face, busting both lips and laughing as Donny spit out pieces of his teeth.
He swiped at Brogan’s arm, and the blade actually managed to skim the material of the black shirt he wore. The long sleeve covered his arm to the wrist, the protective weave of the material holding out against the glancing brush of the blade.
Donny snarled, enraged.
Brogan grinned, waited, then boxed both Donny’s ears as the other man took his next swipe before Brogan spun away.
This was fun and all, but he was getting bored. Donny was actually shedding tears and snot, he was so pissed at being unable to shed blood.
Besides, Brogan wanted to get at least a few hours’ sleep tonight. If he kept fucking around with this little weasel, then there was no way he would have time for it.
Brogan waited.
When Donny moved to slice out at his midsection again, Brogan caught his fist and twisted it hard as he angled the hand back forcefully and collected the knife from Donny’s suddenly numb fingers.
Donny emitted a screech that would have done Sandi proud if she had made it herself.
Before he could struggle or attempt to get away, Brogan thrust his arm behind his back and laid the razor-sharp blade at Donny’s throat.
“I like the sight of blood, too,” Brogan rasped, his voice well disguised by the electronic box secured at his throat. “Tonight I want your blood. ”
“Please don’t. Oh, God, please don’t hurt him!” Sandi cried out, real tears filling her voice and falling from her eyes.
Hell, she might really love the bastard, Brogan thought as she sobbed out Donny’s name and pleaded for his life.
“Muzzle that shit,” he ordered Eli as he stroked the knife against Donny’s throat warningly.
Glancing in the mirror across the room, he saw Donny as he watched Eli’s black-clad form tear a strip of duct tape from the roll he’d pulled out of the mission pack on his back.
Rage burned in Donny’s eyes as Eli taped his lover’s mouth, then patted her cheek with gentle mockery.
“Shall I have him slice her throat, or do I slice yours?” Brogan asked softly at Donny’s ear, still watching the other man’s face in the mirror.
Donny swallowed tightly, and Brogan was certain what his answer would be.
The regret, the seeming apology as he stared back at his lover was all a dead giveaway that Donny would save himself.
Sandi was shaking her head desperately, sobbing through the tape, no doubt certain she was going to die.
“Answer me, Donny,” he demanded, rubbing the blade against his throat in whispery strokes, “One of you is going to die. You or her?”
Tears fell from Donny’s eyes as Sandi became almost hysterical.
“Me,” he answered.
Sandi’s chair almost tipped over before Eli could catch it as hysteria overtook her.
“I don’t think I heard you, Donny. ” He held the knife motionless against the man’s throat. “Say it again. ”
Donny was staring at his lover in misery as she screamed through the tape again, still sobbing uncontrollably. He hadn’t even noticed that Brogan was watching him through the mirror.
“Me,” Donny answered, his voice louder, strangely devoid of fear. “Kill me; don’t hurt her. ”
Sandi bent forward, sobbing, screaming through the tape, jerking hysterically against the ropes that held her as jagged cries tore from her chest.
Brogan looked at Eli, the
other man’s eyes reflecting the same shock Brogan felt. Sandi was protesting so hysterically Eli actually had to hold the chair in place.
