“She still thinks somebody’s coming to save her.” That almost makes me laugh.
Poor fucking girl.
My eyes drift toward the basement door again when another weak cough echoes through the vents. The not-so-scary fella finally pushes himself off the counter afterward before grabbing his jacket.
“Well,” he drawls casually, “she’s your problem now.”
I just look at him, and then a laugh suddenly rips out of me. “Problem?”
That immediately makes him grin too. “Fair point.”
Tess heads for the front door next like she suddenly wants out of this house as fast as fucking possible.
Can’t even blame her. The smell in here is becoming unbearable.
The bigger one stays behind for another second, though. Still watching me carefully.
Yeah. I’m starting to think Kryne’s family tree might actually be a government experiment.
“Don’t kill her tonight.”
Huh? Is this fucker in love with her?
“You giving me orders already?” I ask, while raising a brow at him.
“No.” A slow grin finally spreads across his face for the first time tonight. “Just don’t wanna waste all that work.”
Yeah.
That just confirmed my theory.
This psychopath is definitely Damien’s long-lost brother.
A quiet chuckle leaves me as I slip the keys into my pocket before turning toward the basement entrance. The smell gets stronger instantly the closer I get.
Honestly? Smells like a fucking Skullbound Legion cleanup site.
Chapter 32
Kage
The stairs creak softly beneath my boots while I make my way down into the dark, and somewhere below me, I hear chains shifting quietly.
Jesus fucking Christ.
The smell hits first. Blood mixing with sweat, sex, and fear thick enough to make me gag the second I step into the basement. The sight of her stops me cold for a second, my eyes dragging slowly over the mess they left behind.
She’s on the floor with her wrists chained above her head, thighs still trembling around the arm some sick fuck left shoved between her legs before walking out, blood spread beneath her in a dark pool… and fuck, that sight alone sends heat straight to my cock.
Her head jerks weakly at the sound of my boots hitting the floor, panic instantly flashing across her face the second she notices me properly.
Easy there, little flower.
I stop in front of her before wrapping my hand around the arm that’s still chilling inside her cunt and slowly pulling it out.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, watching the way her body shakes. “They really did destroy you.”
Her breathing falls apart again while she weakly pulls against the chains.
