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Fucking Black Mansion.
Rolling my eyes I look up to find my father watching me, a hint of mirth surfacing in his soulless eyes. The bastard was enjoying this was he? Sick fuck. I never wanted him buried six feet under more than I did right now. Hell, I’d even help with the digging. His plastic face would look even better covered in dirt a la Home Depot gardening center.
Rough hands grip my face and my gaze is torn away from my dick of a daddy and focused on the now-empty stage in front of me. Anxiety stung my heart like bees as my eyes frantically searched for her. I hated being tied up. Restrained. It made me feel powerless, weak. Two things I despised being more than anything else in this world.
A fact my messed up daddy was new and had no problem exploiting. And now I couldn't reach her. I was tied up and I couldn't reach her. Swallowing the bile that threatened to crawl up my throat, my eyes burned as a single light illuminated the stage.
The shallow yellow light highlighted the blonde strands of her hair, making her look like even more of an angel. Powerless my eyes followed her up and down her form. Her wrists were tied behind her back and a blindfold covered her eyes, hiding their mind-numbing ocean depths from my view.
And she was naked.
Completely on display for all to see.
Limbs hung limply from a wooden chair, the rope around her delicate wrists and ankles already leaving marks. Her head tilted forward and I instantly realized that she must have been drugged. Red clouded my vision and I jerked against my restraints, the cold metal digging into my skin but I didn't feel a thing. Blood marks covered my wrists and ankles where the chain scraped and still I pulled. I pulled and pulled and pulled until the lungs in my chest felt like they were being torn open and shredded and I realized distantly that the monster in me was screaming.
I was screaming and my father was smiling.
“Are you ready for you first dare, son?” He said the last word like he had dipped it in acid and couldn't stand the taste of it on his lips. I would kill him for this. Of that I was certain.
Baring my teeth I growled, the sound causing the eyes of the two front-row guests to widen. Well, they wanted a show, they were going to get a bloody show. Self-absorbed lululemon wearing picks the lot of them.
“Dimitri.” My father's voice bellowed through the crowd and I tried not to let the panic show in my eyes as I watched a six-foot-four monster of a man approach my angel. One of my father's many dogs no doubt. Groomed and bred to do his bidding since birth. Not a single original thought ran through these guys' heads. It was like their pea brains couldn't handle the weight of basic human thought, but they were dangerous. They were dangerous and they were about to touch what was mine.
No one touched what was mine.
“Fuck her.” The two words barely had a chance to escape my father's lips before I lost it. Knuckles tightening, I jerked against my chair, the dense metal leaving groove marks in their wake. I dared my father with my eyes to finish speaking,
“Kaleb, son, I dare you to watch Dimitri fuck your little pretty friend here.” He says the words so calmly you think he would have sold his soul retail price at the local Ross down the street. He was completely empty, a hollow shell threatening to crack the only thing that might make me whole.
Well, I wasn't having it.
Throwing my head back I screamed and screamed until the monster in me had no choice but to consume me. And then I felt nothing. I felt nothing but the chill of ice as I stared into the eyes of the man who threatened to take her. The girl was innocent. But she was my innocent.
Mine to ruin. Mine to destroy. Mine to devour.
The monster in me purred, the fucked up playboy finally surfacing as I thought about claiming my pixie. Yes, she was mine, and that fucking cement for brains better move out of the way before he ended up with my footprint tattooed on his skull.
“No.” I growled, “ No, it's me or no one else.” I spat.
Devon or whatever the fuck his name stopped in his tracks and turned towards my father, his eyebrow raised in questions as if to ask, are we still on for this boss? No. no were fucking not on and you better step away before you end up drinking out of a Capri Sun straw for the rest of your life.
My dad's eyes snapped to mine, the slight fire burning within a blatant tick that he was enjoying the hell out of this.
“You know what happens when you deny a dare. You get punished.” His lips move but I’m not listening. Snapping my jaw shut I felt ice rush through my veins and into the depths of my very soul. He knew I knew the rules. This was my club before it was ever his, not that he’d ever dare admit that. We both knew my brain was far more gone than his and has been for a long time. Where do you think all these twisted ideas came from? That's right yours truly.
Blowing the hair out of my face I squared off with my father, his perfect plastic features making my stomach turn.
“Then punish me.” I was a cold prick who was used to the burn. They wanted a show, oh I’d give them a bloody show. After all, pain was a friend, and we had a lot of catching up to do.
My father's smirk widens, showcasing Colgate-commercial-worthy teeth in a way that was deemed “game on ''.
Competitive prick.
“Make her watch.” I barely have time to register the words and their meaning before my hair is being pulled, the strands nearly snapping from the force as my head is angled towards my angel.
No, I don't want her to see this.
Drake makes his way towards her, and I freeze. Frozen in place I have no choice but to watch as he kneels before her, touching her delicate wrist before injecting a needle into her forearm. She jerks awake suddenly and my heart burns at the sight of her panic as she realizes she can't see a thing. The blindfold is too tight.
