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After a minute of silence, the feeling in my legs finally starts to come back as I push up on them so they can bear the weight of my body instead of my arms. Looking up to see my wrists, they are already turning a bruising purple, but I’m too focused on trying to regain my footing to focus on that pain.
“How does it feel, temptress?” Ace says with a sickly charming voice. He thinks he’s getting to me, but I’m about to fuck him up, showing him just how strong I actually am.
“Do it again,” I say through gritted teeth. I’m about toUno Reversethese assholes with my strength and durability. They want to weaken me, but I’ll be the one in control of this punishment. They want me to beg them to stop, but fuck that.
“What?” Ace asks, shocked by what I just said.
“Do. It. Again.” My voice is steady as I lift my heavy head to meet his eyes. Fury swirls deep inside them, but he doesn’t allow his face to crack. He’s holding back, but I can tell he’s aching to let his anger out.
“Fuck.” I hear in the distance, letting me know Theon’s also wondering what the hell I’m thinking.
“Do it,” Ace says, looking at Blais. The look stretched across Blais’ face is full of hesitancy, but he’s not going to go against Ace’s demand.
The baton connects again, this time in the middle of my stomach just above my belly button, where the cut Blais gave me is scabbed over, almost fully healed. Locking my legs in place, I flex my abs as much as I can while my body tries to seize from the pain as I scream loudly.
I refuse to let Ace see just how painful it is so I lock my eyes on him keeping my gaze as steady as possible. Tears threaten to escape my eyes, but I resist letting them fall. Every inch of my body is blazing with fire from the pain, but I’m too fucking stubborn to admit defeat.
This shit is excruciating, but I can handle it. I can do this.
Just breathe, Zamira.
“Jesus, fuck,” Blais says, shaking his head as he removes the baton from my body. My legs are weak, my entire body shakes, but I feel so much satisfaction seeing Ace look at me in disbelief.
“Again,” I demand.
“Seriously?” Blais says with concern in his eyes. I could tell he was uncertain before the last shock, but I also know how badly he wanted to see the pain race through me. He’s battling with himself, but his need for the agony is stronger than the desire to keep me safe.
“Again.” My voice comes out just as strong and determined as the last time, even if my body feels like it’s failing me. Blais brings the baton back up, but Ace grabs his hand, stopping him from zapping me again.
He lets out a low growl, snarling at me. “Theon!” Ace roars, causing me to jump from the intensity of his voice. He’s so damn mad that I took control of his torture session, I can see it in his eyes.
Shit, I’m feeling a little dizzy from the highs and lows of the adrenaline rush. Both Ace and Blais weren’t wrong. The adrenaline really does course through, making you feel on top of the world, but the pain that goes along with it is not worth it in the slightest.
Theon pushes off the wall and stalks toward us. “Get the scissors,” Ace demands.
Theon goes over to the table, picking up large silver scissors. Without any other words between them, Ace nods, and Theon stands in front of me with the sharp instrument.
Is he about to stab me with them? What the hell does he need scissors for?
He grabs the hem of the shirt I’m wearing and slowly begins cutting upward through the middle, but he stops just below my breasts, then turns the scissors and begins to cut around the shirt. He walks behind me, ducking under the chains holding my arms, continuing to cut, until he's standing in front of me again, essentially leaving me in a crop top.
Hmm. Weird. Not exactly what I expected to happen.
Not that I want to be hanging here naked in front of them, but the fact they cared enough to stop me from being exposed intrigues me more than it should. When they had me in here the first night, they had no qualms about cutting my dress open. I still had my bra and panties on, but they didn’t mind that.
I figured they’d take pleasure in humiliating me by forcing me to be naked while they torture me. Now I’m only more curious about these three guys than I already was. They have no problems tormenting me, putting me through pain, but they stop at baring me naked while I have no ability to cover myself up or protect myself?
It all seems odd. Maybe I’m reading into it too much and they still plan on stripping me naked and doing unspeakable things to my body. With these three, I really never know.
Theon backs away, standing close, while Ace places a blade in Blais’ palm. “Do your worst,” he says, earning an award-winning smile from Blais.
“Oh, darling. I’m starting to like our little sessions a little too much. You’re making me a bit obsessed with you. Such a naughty, naughty girl.” Blais drags the blade down my stomach, circling the prong marks from the baton. “Maybe I should carve my name into your side so you’ll never forget how much you enjoy the pain I cause.” He slides the blade to my side, stopping right where my curves dip in under my ribcage.
“Should I start right here, darling?” He gives me a grin before poking the blade into my skin. A hiss escapes me, but I don’t dare move knowing he could slip if I do. “Well?”
“You’re going to do what you want anyway.” The lethal glare I give him should explain just how little I desire to be carved into like a piece of meat, but I won’t give in. He digs the knife deeper, cutting right into my skin. My body flinches as blood spills down from the wound, but Blais keeps pressing.
“Does it hurt, darling?” He begins to twist the blade slowly.
