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This is supposed to be a performance that stops once I get enough to take them down. I’m not supposed to like it. I’m supposed to be composed, focused, with one mission in mind. But on the other hand, they plan on killing me so why not use their dicks to have some fun before I die.
I’m fucked up bad.
How could this crazy, blood loving psycho push through my walls so easily? Am I really so fucked up that a complete psychopath shows me a wild time and I’m ready to crumble at his feet begging for more?
My eyes snap open when I hear the chain rattle at the door. Theon.
Theon Watson.
He’s large, quiet, and scary as fuck. I didn’t hear any footsteps coming down here so it has to be him. He’s always the quietest, trying to be stealthy. For such a big guy, he knows how to prowl into a room like a panther quietly stalking its prey.
I don’t know what kind of weaknesses he has yet, but I’ll figure it out. I have a feeling Ace sent him because he’s the only one I haven’t tried to fuck with yet. Makes sense; Theon is about as approachable as a rabid dog.
Ace didn’t send Blais because there’s a chance we’d end up fucking again—which I wouldn’t be opposed to. And he didn’t come himself because he can’t control himself around me and he hates it. So the safe bet is Theon.
I’m glad they sent him; I get some time to try to crack him. I throw the blanket off my head, looking at the door. A small grin tugs at my lips, realizing I was right. I’ve got to celebrate the little things even if it’s just playing a guessing game of who’s coming for me. Not like I have anything else to do.
He enters, locking the door behind him before making his way to the bed. “Sit up and take your shirt off.”
I scoff. “If you want to see me naked, you could just ask, Theon,” I tease. He narrows his hazels on me, not saying a word.
Okay, I can check ‘can take a joke’ off my list.
That’s when I see he has something in his hand—a first-aid kit.What?Why would they patch me up?I let go of my pride for a second to see how this will play out. Sitting up, I tug the shirt over my head trying to avoid hitting the bite on my shoulder with the material. Theon stares for a minute, his eyes lingering on my bare breasts. I don’t get embarrassed about shit like this, but something about him makes my whole body blush. Lust peeks through his gaze briefly before he masks it and sits on the bed beside me.
The flimsy thing creaks under his weight. I’m surprised it doesn’t break.
All three guys are muscular, but Theon has muscles stacked on muscles. His arms are probably as thick as my thighs, all toned and muscular. He’s even got those sexy veins trickling down his forearms, showing just how fit he is. I wonder how long he spends in the gym a day, because I’ve known men in the FBI that spent countless hours in the gym and still didn’t look half as good as him.
Swirls of ink peek out from under his sleeves making me wonder how much of his body under that shirt is covered in tattoos.
Theon grabs my bicep with one hand to keep me still while he fixes my shoulder with the other. His warmth seeps through my skin, surprising me with how gentle he’s being. My jaw clenches, but I hold in a hiss when something cold makes my wound sting.
I need to use this time while I’m alone with him to get to know him better. We haven’t had much time together, so now’s my chance.
“Is it going to scar?” I ask.
“Yes.” That’s all I get from him. I don’t know why I expected more.
Hmm, clearly he’s not into mindless chatter, so maybe if I go big with the conversation, he’ll say more. It works for Ace. The more I piss him off, the chattier he gets.
“How did you get your scar?” I know this is a long shot, the man hardly talks to me so why would he tell me something personal like that. For some fucking reason, I really want to know. I can see how it would scare others, but not me. I think it makes his rugged face even more handsome than it already is. There’s a story behind it, something that makes him who he is. Something I’m craving to know.
A low growl sounds deep in his throat, but he doesn’t say anything, he just keeps working. Fucking crickets. The silence is deafening in this cell, starting to make me fidget.
“Okay… how did you meet Ace and Blais?” I pause for a moment, giving him time to answer, but he still gives nothing. The man is like a fucking mime right now. He obviously doesn’t have an issue sitting in pure, agonizing silence.
I’m tired of asking and getting no answer so I’ll just talk to him. Maybe if I offer information, he’ll do the same in return.
“I was only ten when the accident happened. I was so young, but still understood that I’d never have anyone like my family again. They were mine. I knew that no one would love me like they did. I didn’t want to live without them.”
Theon stops what he’s doing, not taking his eyes off me. I pause, getting a check on my emotions before I continue.
“I knew what it meant to stay in that car with them as the water rushed in. I was going to die with them. That is, until I saw the desperation in my father’s eyes.” Something warm hits my leg, I look down to find Theon’s large hand on my thigh. He doesn’t squeeze it, he just gently rubs his thumb across the material as if to comfort me. My words catch in my throat at the unexpected gesture. His eyes are so focused on me, I’m not even sure he realizes he’s doing it.
“Keep going,” Theon says.
I clear my throat, staring ahead at the wall and continue my story. “Something in me changed when I looked at him and his desperation for me to live, so I said my last goodbyes to my family and swam through the open window. A stranger had jumped in to help get me to safety. I’ve had an unhealthy fear of water since that day. You guys did good using that against me. A normal person would’ve caved the second they saw the pool. But me… you can’t shatter a person that’s got nothing to live for.”
