Page 114 of Dishonored

Yeah, so that bit hadn’t been part of the plan. It was now.

Caesar gestured at the door. “Give us ten minutes—close the door, and keep it that way. Don’t come back in until I call for you.”

“Caesar—”

“Now, man.”

Cain nodded once, and then he was gone, forcing the broken door closed behind him. It was only then that Aria pushed off the side of the table and rounded the front of it, so she could lean against the edge and stare directly at her still-struggling husband.

“Would you let him talk?” she asked quietly.

Caesar shrugged. “Your ears, I guess.”

And what he meant by that was—

“Fucking cagna,” Raffe spat the second Caesar loosened the wire. The man’s voice was hoarse, and strained, but it still carried volume and weight. “I will kill you for this, puttana! You’re going to di—”

Yeah, that was quite enough of that shit.

Caesar tightened the wire again, and instantly shut the man up. He looked to Aria with a sardonic smile. “My ears don’t care to listen to it, really.”

Aria wasn’t paying him any mind. She was too busy staring down at her bleeding husband as she came closer. The front of his blazer and silk shirt were soaked in a morbid red from his raw throat. That wire could really do a number on someone.

She crouched down enough to be at eye level with Raffe, and yet, still managed to somehow look graceful doing it.

She really was something else.

“I promised you, didn’t I?”

Raffe glared.

Aria smiled. “I did promise you, Raffe. I promised to kill you—after you raped me that first time on our wedding night, I told you this would happen. Don’t you remember? I had those diamonds on my neck that you gave me as a gift, and my blood on my thighs. You couldn’t even be bothered to take your pants off all the way. You didn’t even give me a chance to say yes, not when you just wanted me to say no. And you laughed at me when I told you I was going to kill you for doing that to me. You laughed.”

She did exactly that, then; a dark, bitter laugh escaped her lips, and she looked like the devil rising with her narrowed eyes, and white teeth flashing in her cold smile. She looked like pain and hell was about to come for the man standing in front of her, and Caesar was most grateful to not be in her way in that moment.

“You laughed at me while you still had my blood on your cock,” Aria murmured, still as cold as ever even as she outed Raffe’s torment against her. “I promised this day was going to come—I always keep my promises.”

All throughout Aria’s tirade, Raffe had continued to struggle against Caesar’s hold despite how fucking useless it was. Cain had triple wrapped those ropes around the man’s ankles and wrists. He wasn’t going anywhere.

Glancing down at Raffe, he found the man’s face had turned a molten red with his rage and lack of oxygen. Caesar loosened his hold just enough to let the man breathe a bit better, but not enough for him to speak very damn well.

Not that he didn’t try.

Sadly.

“Whore,” Raffe hissed.

Aria cocked a brow. “I guess so, yes. I did enjoy myself throughout this whole thing—managed to find a man who could actually make me come.”

Caesar grinned, and bent over Raffe so the man could see him pointing at himself. “That’d be me, yeah?”

Rage stared back at Caesar.

It barely even stung.

He couldn’t help himself but taunt the man further. Aria had wanted to make it hurt, after all. How much worse could it get for a man than to have every ounce of his pride stripped away by the man who had fucked your wife again and again?

“And,” Caesar said, tugging his tie away from his neck to use it as a makeshift gag for Raffe, “she comes like a dream when she wants it—begs like an angel. Have you ever tasted her after she’s been sucking on your cock, and her lips are swollen and hot? Fuck, it’s like candy.”