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The spiked cuffsbite into my skin every time I try to pull my arms free. Anger and rage course through my body the harder I yank on the chains as I thrash around fighting to escape their painful hold. The more I throw my weight around attempting to break free, the more it hurts.
The shiny points press into my skin irritatingly, sharp enough to cut through the delicate skin on my wrists. The constant annoyance and intense pressure cause an agonizing pain, making me bleed as the spikes dig into my skin. They’re getting tighter with each pull, cutting off my circulation.
The angle I’m currently positioned in makes my arms feel heavier than they did last time I was in this room. It’s been almost a week since I woke up strapped to the table. Or at least I think it’s been a week. They kept me holed up in the tiny cell for what felt like forever, trying different methods to get me to crack with none working. I’m holding strong, but my resolve is teetering on madness. Today, Ace brought me in here and chained me up, leaving me wondering what their flavor of torture will be today. He knows I won’t speak so I’m starting to think it’s becoming a game to him.
Time in this place seems to be nonexistent, warping into theTwilight Zone as every second of the day ticks by. I think I’ve only been standing here for ten minutes, but it could be longer since my perception of time is limited in this altered dimension of reality.
I’m not sure what their plan is, but I know my entire body will be aching by the end of it, if they keep me alive this time.
Chains come out of the walls across the room that are attached to my arms, pulling as tight as possible. Rigid bindings suffocate my ankles, straining to keep me standing in place so I can’t move my feet. With my body in this position, my arms spread wide, shackles locking my legs in place, I look like theVitruvian Mandrawing. A position that leaves me vulnerable and exposed.
Surprisingly, they left my clothes on, but I have a sneaking suspicion it was done on purpose. They want to destroy me and the best way to do it is through torture and humiliation. They left my clothes so I have a false sense of security, a shield of safety. Displaying my naked body would mean humbling me, trying to remind me that they control every single thing that happens to me, but fuck that.
Rip all my clothes off and leave me standing here as naked as the day I was born. I don’t give a fuck.
I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of, and I’ll never let a man make me feel uncomfortable in my own skin again. I love every inch of this body and I’m a fucking goddess, so try to humiliate me, try to tear me down by using my body against me. It won’t fucking work.
“What are you grinning about?” Ace demands from in front of me.
“Just thinking about how much fun it’s going to be to kick your ass…again.” I give him a wink and stick out my tongue. I’m in no position to be taunting the damn man, but he makes it way too easy.
Seeing the way he clenches his jaw while his muscles tighten beneath that tight navy blue shirt is worth the anger he’s going to throw my way. His arms flex as his fierce green eyes meet mine.
He takes a moment, calculating his response in order to land a hard blow to my ego that will get me to shut up. I like watching him formulate his responses. He might not realize he does it, but his eyebrows ever so slightly pinch together and his upper lip twitches when he tries to plan a conversation in his head. I’m sure he’s thinking of ten different ways this conversation could go, and he’s probably mapping out every possible response, but he should know by now I’ll never do or say what he anticipates.
He walks closer to me and forcefully grabs my chin, raising my head so I’m looking directly into his eyes. “You’ll be shattered into a million tiny pieces before you’d ever get the chance to hurt me. It’d take a lot more than a pathetic, feeble-minded weakling to kick my ass. Or do I need to slam you into the wall again to remind you? Wait, you’d like that too much.”
There’s a spark in his eye from each word that pours out of his mouth. His words are dripping in malice attempting to get a rise out of me, but the joke’s on him. His aim at verbal abuse is nothing worse than what I’ve already suffered, so I refuse to give him a reaction from his harsh words.
“That was cute. Got anymore lines to use? Maybe we can work on your intimidating speech a little after we’re done here. I’ve already taken a few notes.” A shit-eating grin stretches my face as I try to taper down the uneasy feeling in my stomach. Maybe if I give off a false sense of confidence, they’ll actually believe it.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m a badass when I need to be, and I do as much as I can to avoid letting people see me weak. But it doesn’t mean I’m invincible.
After what Tommy put me through, I promised to never be that fragile girl again, but it doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings. I just try to push them down with every other unwanted emotion to mask the real pain I suffer from.
Ace releases my chin, walking over to the table at my left, full of sharp, pointy, and brutal looking weapons. I can see a saw blade, a few knives, a stun baton, a cattle prod, and other various objects that look like they came straight out of a medieval torture device catalog.
Where the hell do they get some of this shit?
Blais stands next to him looking over his options while Theon leans against the wall staring intently at me. His gorgeous large frame looks delicious in his tight black jeans and black shirt. His muscles are hugging the sleeves of his shirt, giving me a better display of those fine-ass arms. Even the scowl on his face is fucking hot.
“This one should do the trick.” Ace’s voice comes out as a cocky display of masculinity and I want to throat punch him already.
“Find a toy to fuck yourself with?” My voice drips sarcasm and I can’t help it. Just as much as I push his buttons, he also pushes mine.
“The only one getting fucked tonight is you, and unfortunately for you, it’s not going to be with my cock rammed deep inside your tight pussy.” He peeks over his shoulder at me giving a sinful smile. “If you want to open that pretty mouth and finally give us what we want, we might take it easy on you. Take you down and put you back in your cell.”
I go to taunt him but quickly snap my mouth shut. Ace picks up what looks like a stun baton forcing my words to get lodged in my throat as he hands it to Blais. He knows I won’t talk so he’s not even concerned with giving me the chance to plead.
Fuck.
That is going to hurt like a bitch. Maybe I should’ve kept my mouth shut instead of taunting him.
“Tell me, Agent Stone, did you have to get tased in the academy?” Ace’s voice is laced with sly humor, relishing in the fact that I can’t do anything to get away from them.
“I’ve been tased before. Got through it then, I’ll get through it now,” I grunt out, trying to pull on my shackles once more. The spikes tighten around my wrists, making me wince and immediately stop pulling.
