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How fucked up does that make me?
Ace stalks toward me, running his index finger down my cheek. “You’re fucking gorgeous, temptress. Seeing you chained up never ceases to turn me on. Unfortunately, we don’t get to play with you the way we want right now, but we promise to make up for it later.” He leans in and drops a maddening kiss on my lips, before he steps away with a smirk.
“It’s showtime,” Blais says, rubbing his hands together, sporting a large smile before he slips the black ski mask over his head. Unfortunately, I won’t get to see his pale pink hair shining back at me while he tortures me in order to protect his identity.
He’s wearing all black, from his long sleeve shirt to his pants and shoes. His intricatetattoos are hidden beneath the material, keeping me from seeing the gorgeous man I’ve fallen in love with.
Ace starts the camera, then moves directly next to Theon. The red blinking dot on the camera pulls me into my full-blown act during this torture session. I scream, tug on the chains, and thrash my body around as Blais works his magic across my body. He whips me, cuts me, and taunts me, only serving to make me horny as fuck. Blood paints my body like a canvas as I feel each swipe of the blade across my skin. My entire body is radiating with energy the longer we continue, making the air in the room feel thick dripping with lust.
“I fucking love you, darling.” Blais leans in, whispering softly, not loud enough for the camera to pick up his words. “Unfortunately, I have to kill you now.” His wide, bright smile contrasts the dark mask lining his face before he pulls away from me bringing the blade to my neck.
He slits his finger, cutting so blood pours from it aggressively. He rests the cut finger on the blade as he carefully drags the knife across my neck, making sure not to dig into my skin. His blood coats my neck looking like my own as he pretends to slice across my neck. The blood sticks to my sweaty skin, in the attempt to make it look like it’s really mine. The lighting in here is low enough to make this look real.
I cough, allowing my body to shake like I’m seizing, before dropping my head, solidifying my untimely death. My body stills as much as possible, hanging from the chains. I try my damnedest to not move a muscle before I hear loud clapping sounding in front of me. Looking up, I see the camera has been turned off and all three guys are staring at me with wonder.
“You should’ve been an actress, princess.” Theon finishes clapping before prowling toward me. “Thank goodness the camera wasn’t too close, otherwise they’d see just how much you enjoyed every minute of it.” He tilts my chin up, so I’m looking him in the eyes. His pupils are blown with lust.
“Mmm, just wait until tonight, big guy. There won't be any acting involved.” I lick my lips, wishing my arms were free so I could crush his mouth against mine. I’d give anything to be writhing beneath their bodies right now, covered in blood, while they leave their marks on me.
Theon reaches up, while Blais helps him undo the chains binding my wrists. No matter what they do to me, even chain me up to hold me in place while they have their ways with me, I’ll never feel like a prisoner again. By binding me to their hearts, they gave me freedom I never thought I’d have.
I rub my sore wrists, soothing the aching and stinging all over my body, while Ace cleans my wounds with a cloth. He glides his fingers across my skin, goosebumps break out from his gentle touch.
“I could clean you off, darling…with my tongue,” Blais says with a devious smile, no doubt wanting to taste the delicious mixtures of our blood combined. The way he’s looking at me drives me wild with need. He’s trying his best to restrain himself, but I know he’s close to erupting and taking me right here. Plan be damned.
Ace scoffs, continuing to clean me before planting a kiss to my shoulder as he stands behind me. “We need to go, Vinny’s waiting for us.” Nodding my head, I accept my shirt Theon holds out for me, shrugging it over my head. Blais flashes me a sad look from not being able to rip my clothes off right now, but does as he’s told.
The look on his face guts me. “After all this is over, you can have as much of my blood as you want, Blais. I promise.” He immediately lights up, rushing, wanting to get this show on the road.
The guys pack up the camera and we head to the SUV. Pulling up, Vinny’s waiting for us outside, looking unimpressed with his arms crossed over his chest. Stepping out of the vehicle, I lean my body into Ace’s while Blais and Theon grab the supplies.
“You sure know how to stir up some trouble.” Vinny’s booming voice meets my ears. For a second, I think he’s talking to Ace, but he’s looking directly at me. This is the first time I’m meeting him and he’s looking at me like I’m the enemy. Clearly, he’s not a fan of me.
“Shut it, Vinny,” Theon growls, finally stepping beside us. The possessive tone of his voice is enough to make me shutter. Combined with the way Ace’s grip tightens on my waist, my heart flutters with how protective they are over me, even against someone they consider a friend.
Looking over to see Blais’ reaction, I see him carrying a blonde wig in his hand, not focused on what’s going on with Vinny.
“What the hell is that?” I say, looking at Blais, who only grins, before slipping the wig on, looking absolutely ridiculous. I can’t help but chuckle at how silly he looks right now. It will never fail that Blais finds humor in everything we do even when we’re supposed to be serious.
“Vinny didn’t have any blondes, so we’ll have to make one. Gotta make our girl's death seem real.” Blais shrugs, still looking playful. The way he confidently wears the wig makes me love him even more, knowing he doesn’t care what everyone else thinks.
“Alright, now that we know Blais looks good as a blonde, let’s get to it. I have a body to be cremated that’s similar in size, we’ll just put the wig and the same clothes on her and we should be set,” Vinny says, all businesslike. Even though the video of Blais torturing me should be enough to make the FBI think I'm dead, the guys thought we should take it one step further by incinerating my body to make sure I can never be found again. It’s the same fate all their kills meet, but thinking I could’ve met the same fate sends a shiver down my spine.
After we finish here, the guys will organize the video, burn it onto an untraceable disk and send it to the FBI without any evidence to tie it to my guys. The FBI will try to trace it back to someone, but if we do this correctly, they’ll never be able to find my killers. My death will remain unsolved, and over time, I’ll be forgotten.
“She’s supposed to be cremated in the first place, right?” I ask hesitantly. Vinny owns a funeral home where he takes care of everyone's arrangements for their loved ones, including cremation if that’s what’s requested. The guys met him through the foster care system and he got wrapped into their criminal activities, giving them a way to dispose of their bodies for a nice little payout. Overall, their system works out when they get rid of the criminals they kill, and it’s nice to know there are people the guys can trust to protect their secrets.
“Yes, of course. I still have a respectable business to run when these three aren’t involved.” Vinny scoffs, leading us down to the basement where the incinerator is. The place feels eerie, dark and gloomy, with each step we take. Death feels ever present within these walls, sending a deep chill through my bones.
Walking into a freezing room with metal tables, I see a small brunette woman lying onto a table lifeless. Her frame matches mine in size and height. She looks peaceful as she lies on the table, but the ashy color of her skin reminds me she lost her life too soon. Her delicate features give away just how gorgeous she was.
“Blais, do your thing. Theon, set up the camera. Make sure you can’t tell anything specific about this place. We don’t want them figuring out we used Vinny’s place,” Ace’s cool voice demands. He pulls me into his side again as we watch Blais smear blood on her body while Vinny puts an outfit matching mine on her, minus the shirt. Theon sets up the camera, angling it toward the incinerator. Once they finish, Vinny slides the blonde wig on her, putting the last detail in place.
Blais slips on his mask again, lifting her limp, bloody body just as Theon starts the camera. Blais slides her body onto the tray, before pushing her all the way into the intimidating brick trap. He comes to stand next to us, and together, we watch the rest of our plan unfold.
Just as soon as the door closes with the flames igniting inside, a sigh of relief leaves me. These last two and a half months have been nothing short of pure insanity. I’ve been hiding myself for so long, I almost got trapped inside my mind. I almost allowed myself to die inside a shell of my own body, without ever knowing what it was like to truly live.
These three brought out the best and worst parts of my soul. They refused to allow me to give up on myself even when they were trying to bring me to my knees. They could see my darkness wasn’t a weakness, but a strength. I’ve never felt more empowered than I do by their sides.
