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The thing is, I honestly don’t think I would run if he wasn’t holding me. I’d stay and help them torture this man.How crazy is that?
The weight of Theon’s stare urges me to look at him. When I do, I find him watching me with unwavering eyes, probably to see what I’m thinking. Doubt and hope swirl within his beautiful eyes. He always seems so unsure and wishy-washy about me. I feel like he wants to give in, but he’s also extremely wary of my motives.
I don’t blame him really. He had every reason to be wary in the beginning, but right now even I’m confused about this. Sometimes I think I’ve lost the plot of my plan I originally constructed to take them down. I was supposed to make them fall for me so I could break them apart and get away, but it looks like I fell into my own trap.
All the looks, touches, and heart-to-hearts have pulled me under their spell.
Theon grabs my fingers with his free palm, lifting my arm, to assess the purple bruises that are already starting to show from my fight with Novak. A low growl rattles in his chest from the sight. Dropping my hand, his anger-filled eyes make their way back to mine.
I nod, giving him reassurance that I won’t run—that I’m just as much in this as they are. His grip loosens, but he doesn’t let go. Trust doesn’t come easily to him, and I can’t really expect him to completely trust me after all that’s happened, but something is changing between us. Slowly, but surely. Theon and I are more alike with our trust issues than I originally thought, so I don’t blame him.
Moaning pulls my attention from the handsome wall of muscle to the slimy criminal strapped to the metal table in front of me.
“It’s showtime, darling.” Blais turns to look at me as if he’s checking on me. My lips pull up a little to show him I’m fine.What is up with me and making sure the psychos are okay?The darkness in his eyes should scare me, but it only makes me excited. He’s about to release the monster that stirs under his skin, which only lights me up inside.
He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, winking at me before turning back to Novak. “Hi Rossy, time to wake up. Wakey, wakey,” Blais purrs.
When Novak doesn’t open his eyes, Ace grabs a cattle prod and hands it to Blais. “I’m tired of waiting. Wake him up,” he commands.
“You don’t have to tell me twice, brother,” Blais says, placing the metal rod against Novak’s bare chest, pressing it there for longer than needed. My nose scrunches in disgust at the smells of burned flesh. A loud scream erupts from him as his head jerks up, revealing his mutilated face. My heart swells with pride at the sight of my claw marks.
Blais removes the prod, handing it back to Ace, before he grabs Novak’s chin, forcing him to look deep into his eyes. Novak’s fear fogs the room as his chest heaves rapidly and a weak whine escapes his lips. “Do you know why you’re here, Ross Novak?” Blais asks.
“N-no. W-why am I here? I didn’t d-do anything. Who are you?” he stammers, trying to look confident, but I can see right through his act.
Ace takes a step forward. “Hit him for acting like he has no clue who we are.”
Blais’ fist shoots out without a second thought, and the sound of Novak’s nose cracking fills the room, but it’s quickly covered by his screams.
Ace observes, taking in the sight of blood gushing from Novak’s nose, before he chuckles, the sound raspy and deep from within. “You know what? I changed my mind, take him down.”
My stomach drops. Take him down? After all this? Was this all just a game to mess with me? They’re just going to let him go. Theon must feel my tension because his grip tightens on my arm, probably to make sure I don’t do anything stupid. The relieved look and small smile on Novak’s face makes me buzz with anger. “What are you doing?” I spit out.
Ace’s green eyes stare me down as he makes his way over to me. He’s approaching me with predatory steps, like I’m about to be the one strapped up to the table next. “Question me again, temptress, and see what happens.” The threat is loud and clear, without any sexual meaning behind it. He’s in full psycho alpha mode. He’s not playing around and it’s scary as fuck. I shouldn’t be simultaneously freaked out and horny, but I can’t help it. Seeing him like this is such a fucking turn on.
His eyes pin me down as he speaks. “Take him down and put him on the chains.”
Blais’ excitement echoes through the room as Theon releases my arm and moves to help him with Novak. The deranged look in Ace’s green eyes makes me feel like my feet are glued to the floor.
We stare at each other until he drops his eyes, grabbing my arm and turning to watch Blais and Theon move Novak. The slimeball tries his hardest to get out of their hold, kicking and jerking, but they’re too strong. They drag him a few feet to where they chained and tortured me not too long ago.
It feels like that was ages ago, even though it’s only been about six weeks in total that I’ve been with them.
Blais and Theon each lock a metal cuff around his wrists before doing the same with his ankles. They changed out the spiky cuffs they used on me, and it makes me a little sad knowing Novak won’t know the same pain I endured. Theon cranks the top chains, until there’s no slack, then he tightens the chains around Novak’s ankles. Since the chains are bolted to the floor about six feet on either side of him, his legs spread apart in an uncomfortable position.Damn, you’d have to be flexible to willingly be in that position.Judging by the whining coming out of Novak, I’d say he’s not.
Novak’s body already looks like it’s stretched to capacity, but Theon keeps cranking, shortening the chains. Novak’s screams pierce my ears almost loud enough to break my eardrums. “No! Stop! Shit, stop!” Theon gives the crank one more turn, then stops. I know these guys—he didn’t stop because Novak asked, but because they have a plan.
Ace leans over to whisper, his lips softly brushing across the shell of my ear. “If we tighten the chains enough, we can break his limbs off.” My brows furrow and my lips purse, probably making me look disgusted, but in reality, I’m just surprised by his statement. “But we’ll save that fun for later.”
Like lightning, he leans up, not giving me a chance to reply and starts barking orders at Blais. “Start with the acid, Blais.”
A small look of sadness flashes across Blais’ face, probably because he can’t use his knives, but it doesn’t last long when he remembers he still gets to torture Novak.
Blais slips on some thick gloves, then picks up a metal bucket before strolling up to Novak’s defenseless body. “We did some research and found out that the forehead and fingertips are the most sensitive areas on the human body. Did you know that?” Blais taunts.
“No-no. Please don’t. Why am I here?” Novak tries to pull on his chains, but doesn’t really move since there’s basically no slack to them.
“You can start by telling us what you did to Allie Lennox,” Ace demands from beside me.
