She jerks her head toward Cain, eyes wide, searching his face, trying to read what he’s about to do, but he doesn’t give her anything, doesn’t even look at her as he moves. He circles behind her instead, until he’s completely out of her sight.
Out of nowhere, Cain slips a chain around her neck, tightening it with both hands. She’s caught completely off guard, a choked, broken sound tearing from her throat as the pressure cuts off her breath, her body jerking violently as she struggles, desperate for even a trace of air.
“Atta boy,” A low note of approval slips into my voice as I glance back at him. “That’s it… don’t stop now. I want to hear her break.”
Her face turns a deep, alarming red, her eyes straining, glassy and unfocused as if they might slip right out of place, while her lips darken into a bruised shade of purple. The sounds she makes start to fade, losing strength, breaking into weak,desperate fragments—and the sight of her like this—right on the edge—pushes me closer and closer to explode.
“C’mon, kitten,” I say through ragged breaths, my voice low, coaxing. “Purr for me.”
I drive into her one last time, deep and unrelenting, the movement snapping something inside me as everything tightens, builds, and finally breaks. A dark, consuming release ripping through me as I hold her there, filling her cunt completely.
I stay buried for a moment, riding it out, before slowly pulling back, watching as my cum spills out of her—thick and slow—dripping down the moment I take my cock out.
Cain releases her throat and lets the chain drop, the metal hitting the floor with a sharp clang that echoes through the room, vibrating in the heavy silence.
He pulls a syringe from his back pocket and drives it into the bruised skin of her neck in one swift, practiced motion. The liquid disappears into her bloodstream almost instantly, and I watch the exact moment it hits—her head falling back, her body going slack, limp, and bloodied as whatever fight she had left drains out of her.
“This was so fucking boring,” Cain throws at me, his tone laced with disappointment. “I thought you’d do something more interesting, not just fuck her.”
“Patience, bro,” I reply, amused, a faint smirk pulling at my lips as I tuck myself back into my pants and zip them up. “That was just the appetizer.” I glance back at her, then at him, my expression hardening into something far more dangerous.
“The main course is next, and that’s where I make her pay for every second Reed didn’t get to live.”
Chapter 26
Dom
The room smells like sweat, blood, and burnt metal by the time we come back.
She’s barely conscious where we left her, head hanging forward, dark hair stuck to her face, wrists trembling every now and then, like her body still hasn’t realized the fight is over. Or maybe it has. Maybe that’s the worst part.
Cain leans against the wall, cigarette burning slow between his fingers, watching me with that same hollow, bored expression—like I’ve already disappointed him without even trying, which pisses me off more than it should.
I grab the old metal pot from the camping stove in the corner, the water inside rattling violently against the sides, steam rising thick and vicious into the air.
“Well…” Cain’s brow lifts, something close to interest flickering across his face for the first time. “I was wondering when the realyouwould finally show up.”
I don’t answer. Instead, I walk toward her slowly, every step measured as I watch the change in her breathing happen before she even opens her eyes. Her body already knows I’m close before her mind catches up, tension creeping into her muscles as fear settles deeper under her skin.
The second I reach her, I throw the boiling water across her chest without hesitation, and her scream tears through the room so violently it barely sounds human anymore. Her entire body jerks against the restraints while the water splashes over her skin, steam rising instantly around her, as broken cries keep spilling from her mouth between desperate gasps for air.
And fuck, there it is again, that same ugly satisfaction dragging itself through my chest like something rotten finally waking up, because watching her break like this feels disturbingly right in a way I stopped questioning a long time ago.
“Wakey wakey, kitten,” I murmur calmly as I stop right in front of her, watching the way her body shakes in fear. “We’re not done yet.”
“P-please…” she chokes out, barely able to form the word.
I clamp my hand around her jaw, forcing her to look at me, my fingers digging in harder the second her eyes try to dart away from mine.
“Do you know what the problem is, Sierra?” I ask softly, almost calmly, which somehow makes it worse. “You still think there’s an end to this.”
Her eyes glisten instantly, too many emotions crashing into her at once so violently it almost looks painful to watch. I movecloser until barely any space remains between us, her uneven breaths brushing against my mouth with every shaky inhale.
“But this stopped being revenge a long time ago.” The words leave me quietly, and the second they do, something shifts in her expression—like she finally understands this was never really about Reed anymore.
Cain scoffs quietly somewhere behind me, and it slowly pulls a smile onto my lips too—something empty and wrong that only makes the fear in her eyes deepen as I keep staring directly into her. Because that’s the truth neither of us wants to say out loud anymore. Reed was just the beginning. But his death deserves so much more than this.
“You know what the funny part is?” I ask quietly, almost conversational. “I thought killing you would fix it.”
