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His toned arms strain, pulling at the chains, shaking his head aggressively. “I don’t know, Z.” My stomach churns at the use of my nickname. “I don’t know, but they did. Look around you, they have a whole torture chamber down here. They’re crazy psychos, why wouldn’t they do something like this? They’re obviously fucked up in the head.”
Blais growls at Matt’s comment. Blais already thinks he’s defective, the black sheep of the group, so Matt’s comment is probably slicing right through him.
I can feel Blais’ warmth behind me as I glance at Ace and Theon. After everything we’ve been through, would they really bring in my best friend, set him up for the god-awful shit they say he did, just to have me kill him? I shake my head, trying to get those thoughts out.
No, in my heart, where they’ve permanently embedded themselves, I know they wouldn’t do that.
We’ve formed this undeniable bond. Even though they fucking blindsided me here today, I don’t think they’d fabricate all of the disgusting evidence they found at Matt’s.
They know how much my family meant to me, they know I considered Matt my family so they wouldn’t purposefully make me get rid of someone I cared about without there being a real reason. They created a family together, just like I had with Matt, so they know exactly how much it means, how much Matt did mean to me. That’s exactly why I know this can’t be a set up. The familial bonds we have means too much to destroy them without reason.
“Help me get out of here, Z. I promise I’ll help you get away from them. I don’t know what they’ve done to you bu—” My fist slams into his face, snapping his head to the side, blood spitting from his mouth. My heart still aches a little even though I know the man who was my best friend is actually the devil.
“I can’t trust you! You’re a fucking liar!” I yell, kicking him in the balls, causing him to groan in pain.
The sick fucker they’ve been looking for this whole time was a wolf in sheep’s clothing right by my side. Someone I protected with my life, someone I loved, someone I never truly knew. My aching fist is itching to cause him more pain, but I force it to stay clenched at my side.
Matt growls, with clenched teeth and a deadly snarl, his eyes look less fearful and more angry now. His composure changes like the flip of a switch, his scared, innocent mask gone, replaced with pure fucking fury aimed directly at me.
This was him the whole time; he just kept it hidden. God, he’s a good fucking actor; I’ll give him that. He had me feeling a twinge of guilt for hurting him, making me question who to trust and believe, but it was just another ploy to make me look foolish.
“Why? Tell me why you did it.” My tone is dark and ruthless as I stare at the monster in front of me.
He glares me down, narrowing his eyes, not saying a word. When my patience runs out, I head over to the table full of the guys’ torture devices looking over my options. It feels weird to stand on this side of the torture, but it’s also empowering, stirring the darkness inside me to buzz with need to cause damage. The mixture of adrenaline and the urge to hurt Matt makes me feel like I’m high.
My eyes roam over the knives, tools, whips, and prods, imagining all the ways I could use them. I finally decide on the simple pair of pliers, stalking back over to my prey.
“You think you can hurt me with a pair of pliers? You’re weaker than I thought, Zamira.” He scoffs at my weapon of choice, but it’s the simple things that can hurt the worst. I don’t need a butcher knife to make him cry like a little bitch.
“I can make you hurt worse than you ever imagined. I might spare you if you start talking. If not, well, say goodbye to your perfect teeth.”
“You don’t have it in you, Zamira. You wouldn’t do that to me.”
Rage rises in my chest, ready to go off on him, but I give him a sinister smile instead. “Ace, get over here and hold his mouth open,” I demand. Ace’s hesitancy speaks loud from how much he hates not being the one in control. “Now!” I snap, not giving a shit that it pisses him off more.
Ace moves, stepping in behind Matt. With one hand on his forehead and the other on his chin, he forcefully opens Matt’s jaw. Matt tries to squirm, but with Ace’s forearm holding the side of his head, he’s securely locked in place.
“Fuck. You.” Clenching his upper front incisor between the rusty metal of pliers, I squeeze, pulling as hard as I can toward me. A crack sounds, quickly covered by Matt’s screams. Blood dribbles down his chin with half of his tooth still intact.
“Oops, looks like I missed a piece,” I taunt, reaching into his mouth with the pliers again, yanking the other half of his tooth out. His eyes clench, the pain etched across his face, making me happier than I should be. Blood spills from the spot of missing tooth and the sight fills me with even more pleasure.
When I go to destroy another tooth, he yells something unintelligible, but I’m pretty sure he’s telling me to stop. “Oh, you want me to stop?” My voice is more cheery than normal. Pretty sure if anyone saw me right now, they’d see a deranged, psychotic woman staring back. More moans come from Matt’s gaping mouth, making me smile even more.
I nod at Ace, and he lets Matt go, causing him to spit blood, the red liquid dripping down onto his chest, soaking into his tie. “What the fuck?”
“You didn’t believe I’d do it.” I shrug innocently. “I’m not fucking playing around, I want answers. Give them to me and I’ll stop.”
“I’m not telling you anything, Z.” I wish he’d stop calling me that, but I won’t let it get to me. He won’t get to me.
I could use more physical torture, but I have something else in mind. People spill the truth, their darkest secrets when they’re angry. Push them enough and they can’t stop running their mouths. People always want to prove others wrong, want to seem like the badass in the room. I think I can make Matt’s ego get the best of him.
Tossing the pliers to the ground, I take a step back, looking Matt in the eyes. “You know, you’re right, Matt. You couldn’t have done this.”
He looks at me quizzically, but his shoulders slouch quickly after, relief filling him as he sharply lets out his breath. “Thank you, Z. I knew you’d believe me over them.” His changing demeanor is going to give me whiplash. I know he’s still trying to play me, thinking I’m too dumb to realize what he’s doing.
I cut him off from talking any more. “You couldn’t have done it because you don’t have it in you. I’ve seen it since I first met you at the academy. You’re just a weak man in this large, muscled body, pretending to be something you're not. You’re pathetic, honestly. No one could ever take you seriously, always laughing behind your back.”
Matt’s brows furrow, a low growl escaping, but I keep going. “You want everyone to think that you’re some strong, scary bastard, but the truth is, no one is scared of you, Matt Davis. You’re weak. You couldn’t even hurt a fly, there's no way you could do what they’re accusing you of.”
