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“Hmm, we’ll see about that. People always think you need to have the highest voltage, but it’s really the amps that fry you. Some would call getting tased a pinprick compared to this little toy,” he says, looking me dead in the eyes. “Did you like feeling the current race through your nerve endings, pulsing through your veins?”
I stare blankly at him, refusing to give him an answer. He’s trying to scare me, but I won’t give him what he wants so I mask my emotions instead. I absolutely hated being tased—I hate shocks of any kind—but I’m not going to announce that to the crowd. The more ammunition I give them, the greater power they have over me.
“Nothing to say? I bet you do like it. You like the pain. The unknown of whether the next shock might be too much, pushing you over the edge you can’t come back from, but loving the adrenaline of it all.” He’s baiting me, trying to elicit a response.
Blinking at him, I keep my face neutral, feigning a lack of interest.
“You’re boring me.” I attempt to shrug, but my entire body is so heavy right now I’m not sure I actually did.
“Blais,” Ace spits out angrily through clenched teeth.
Good, you fucker. Get mad.
Some might think I’m certifiably insane for poking the deranged beast in front of me, but I prefer to see the rage in a person instead of their calm. When a person is tranquil, they do things you least expect. They can destroy you with that back hand to the face you don’t see coming.
But when a person is in complete pandemonium, thriving in the depths of mayhem, that’s when their true identity manifests itself. It’s a lot easier to read someone when they're angry right in front of your face instead of when they let it simmer beneath their skin begging to erupt.
“Alright, darling. You’re going to feel a little spark.” Blais holds the baton, hitting it against his free hand as he approaches me. “Similar to the one you usually feel around me.” He gives me a little wink.
My breath catches and I’m not sure if it’s from the panic or how hot as fuck he is when he winks at me. Either way, this is about to hurt like a raging bitch.
He holds the baton up between us, and slowly allows it to creep closer to the T-shirt still covering my stomach. Even though I have the shirt for protection, it’s still going to be excruciating. Attempting to push my body back the closer he gets, my arms are straining tighter, making it feel like the skin on my wrists is being shredded. Blood coats my wrists from the spikes ripping my skin.
“Hold still. It’ll be over soon,” Blais whispers way too soft for my liking.
Something about his voice forces me to relax my body, ready to take the pain he’s going to inflict. I take a deep breath in, accepting the punishment that awaits me.
The baton presses into my lower abdomen, making me flinch. My eyes squeeze shut as a loud gasp escapes my body. I wait and wait, but nothing happens.
What the fuck?
Peeling my eyes open slowly, I watch Blais looking goofy as fuck with a cheesy smile plastered on his face.
“What the hell?” My voice is strained while I try to control my erratic heartbeat.
“I want to see those gorgeous blues when you feel the current pulsing through you.” His dark brown eyes shine bright, looking like he’s truly happy.
“Wh—” The next second, a jolt rips through my body, forcing my legs to drop out from beneath me as the restraints on my arms aggressively hold me up.
Fucking. Mother. Of. God.
It feels like I’m repeatedly being hit in the same spot over and over again with a bat while sticking a fork inside an electrical socket. My entire body is seizing with pain as I convulse before him.
Holy shit. How many amps is this fucking thing?
“Good girl. You’ll start feeling again here in the next few seconds. The numbness fades eventually.” Blais’ voice is dripping with desire. I already know he’s probably got a massive hard-on from my pain. Attempting to stand up, my legs shake too much for me to hold the weight, but I manage it somehow. The spikes have clenched into my skin so far, I won’t be surprised if they’ve hit bone. Between the shock and the agony of the spikes, my body feels like it’s being ripped apart.
“Fucking asshole.” I’m panting heavily, waiting for the stinging pain to leave my body.
“You’ll get used to it. The more it happens, the better it feels. It becomes exhilarating, something you’ll crave.” He takes a step back from me, giving me some space to breathe.
Getting used to it is something I don’t foresee happening, no matter how confident he is. He might be into electric shocks, but it’s not for me. That much is clear already.
“You handled that better than I expected,” Ace says, stepping next to Blais. “Maybe Blais needs to hold it on your body longer next time. Should we try that?”
Just as I narrow my eyes on Ace, Blais shrugs, takes a step forward and presses the baton into the exact same spot, sending sparks of electricity racing through me. An earth-shattering scream erupts from deep inside my chest as he holds it even longer against my body than he did last time.
At this point, the cuffs connected to my arms dig into my wrists as they hold all the weight of my entire body. The muscles in my leg are no longer functioning. My head slumps forward pressing against my chest, allowing me to feel my heart racing inside me.
