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“Tenshi, go down stairs and wait with the others. We won’t be long.”
Martin kicks and screams but it’s no use as he is pulled into the room. The thud of the door echoes through the hallway as it’s slammed but I can’t seem to make myself move. I stare at the door wondering what is going on behind it.
I tiptoe to the door and quietly crack it open. I can see Chester and Creed– their backs to me–with Martin pressed against a wall and Chester’s arm is outstretched holding him by the neck.
“You were not supposed to die yet, but no one tries to hurt my little angel and lives to tell the story.”
Martin's eyes bulge and his lips turn a weird shade of blue. I should push the door open wider and stop them, but men like Martin need to be eradicated like the rabid animals they are. How many poor girls have fallen victim to this man, their bodies used and abused for a man's pleasure?
When Martin passes out Chester lets go of him and Creed pulls out some cable ties from his pocket. What sort of deranged madman carries cable ties? Creed that’s who. I lean a little further into the space to get a better view. The door creaks and both of their heads whip my way. With my cover blown, I push the door open wider and step into the room.
“Is he dead?” I ask, closing the door behind myself.
“No, just taking a nice nap. He's coming for a ride with us. I have some nice tools that will make him willing to tell us what we need to know since this mission didn’t go as planned.”
“We need to pack everything up in this room asap. Jolie, grab his bags and start checking the room. There can’t be any evidence left behind. Kai is going to loop the security cameras so we have approximately ten minutes.” Chester says without a care in the world, as if he didn’t just strangle a man.
I do what I've been asked. I pack all of Martin's clothes and toiletries, check every closet and even under the bed. Everything that belongs to the man is packed and ready to go within minutes.
It’s then that I realise I lost my earpiece. “I lost my ear thingy.” I say to no one in particular.
“Don’t worry about it,” Brennan says from behind me, making me jump.How the fuck did he get in here without me hearing him?“It can’t be traced back to us. Let’s get out of here.”
Brennan grabs all of the bags, and Creed helps Chester throw Martin over his shoulder. I open the door and pop my head out, looking both ways to make sure the coast is clear.
Chester is the last one out the door and Martin's head hits the door frame. “Oh that's going to leave a mark.” he snickers and Creed snorts.
“That is going to be the least of his worries when he wakes up in the morgue strapped to the table. It's been awhile since I heard a man squeal for his life.”
We take the service entrance out of the building and back into the alley. All of us pile back into the van, as Chester unceremoniously drops Martin onto the floor with a thud.
“Mr. Z is going to be pissed,” Trace mutters from the driver's seat as he puts the van into gear and takes off.
“Let me handle him,” I reply. He might be a bit more forgiving if I explain what happened. He needs me for whatever he has planned and we can test how easy he is willing to go on me.
“You want to hope that he decides to go easy on you. The consequences for fucking up really suck.” Kai says from the back.
“What does he do?”
“Usually it’s twenty four hours at the facility. There are no breaks, showers or sleep and just when your body can’t take any more he likes to give our abilities a test to see how far he can push them.”
“Well, let's hope he's in a forgiving mood.”
With that, we drive back to the house in silence, the reality of my future hitting me hard and exhaustion sinking in. This is my life now. I would be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy the thrill of having an assignment. Mr. Z still needs to die, he is too power hungry, but maybe I might want to stick around. After all, this is what I was created to do.
9
Creed
Mr. Z wasn’t as forgiving as we had hoped. That mother fucker lied to her face when she went to the debriefing, discussed what happened and how it escalated. He said he forgave her for the mission going awry, but here I am strapped to a damn electric chair. This is the shit that Laughn could withstand, not me. Yet he wants to test if we have any of our siblings' abilities since we're so closely linked in some way.
The huge fucker in charge of today’s torture turns up the voltage little by little, which is his first mistake. The one thing we have been training for is withstanding pain through meditation, but we haven’t mastered it completely yet. But at this stage he isn’t quite getting the show he had hoped for.
“Turn it up, let’s have some real fun,” I spit. I know he won’t, he'll be following orders. Over the next hour he slowly turns it up and the pain radiates through my body. My cock was painfully hard at the beginning of this torture session, but now it hangs limp and the pain of the blue balls I have mirrors the pain from the higher electrical charges. There is a very fine line between pleasure and pain and the asshole is verging on just pure pain. I’m not my brother, I have a damn limit. Throw me in a freezer any day, that I can handle.
He pushes the button with a threatening cackle and my muscles contract. I try to open my mouth to yell obscenities at him but my jaw freezes. Each shock is like a kick to the teeth; I’m surprised I can still feel parts of my body at this point. Once he removes his finger, my body slumps and my eyes close.
Before he can do any more damage the door flies open and smashes against the wall. I can angle my head just enough to see Jolie storm into the room.
