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He made quick work of my ropes, then pulled his shirt off and slipped it over me so that my parts were covered.
I was shivering violently, and Remington was saying something else, but my attention had gone back to where Paxton was tenderizing the Senator's face.
"Stop," I croaked. I must've screamed a lot because my voice was rough. "Stop," I said again.
Stellan heard me and strode over to Paxton and yanked him off of Remington's father. Paxton had evidently found himself in some sort of rage blackout, because he punched Stellan in the face after he pulled him off.
"Fuck," roared Stellan as he tried to get Paxton to calm down. Cain was there then, and together, the two of them managed to calm Paxton's beast enough that he wasn't trying to kill everyone around him.
"How are we killing him?" growled Cain. I struggled to sit up, trying to ignore the ache between my thighs that was already starting to develop.
"I'mgoing to kill him," I snapped.
Maybe this was what would tip me over the edge, finally sever the frayed thread that had kept my humanity present. There was only so much a girl could take, after all. And being violated like that by one of the scum of the earth who’d been allowed to lord over everyone for far too long was too much.
As I struggled to my feet, I found myself throwing up again. I wiped off my mouth with the back of my hand and walked over to where Warren was writhing on the floor in pain. If Paxton had been allowed to continue for very much longer, he would've been dead soon, and that would've been a true shame.
I felt Cain's presence behind me, and then he wrapped his arms around my waist, nuzzling against my neck even though I must've smelled awful. That was oddly sweet for him.
"How are you going to do it?" he purred.
"I'm going to rip off his dick, and then I’m going to give him a poison that will literally eat away at his insides for over two hours before he’ll die.”
Cain pulled me into an even tighter embrace, and I realized he was fucking hard.
We all definitely needed to get our heads checked.
“Can we do this back at the Sphinx?” I asked tiredly. I wanted to be able to slip into bed after watching him die.
“Of course, little devil,” said Remington quickly, walking over to his dad and kicking him in the head so that he fell unconscious.
Paxton gave him another kick in the ribs for good measure, and then he and Remington heaved him up and began to drag him towards the door. Cain let me loose from his octopus hold and began to walk after them.
I was surprised when Stellan came up beside me and grabbed my hand. “Are you alright?” he asked quietly.
“No,” I admitted, unable to look him in the eyes. Out of all of them, Stellan knew me best. I was afraid if I looked at him, he’d be able to see how much what happened had fucked with my head. And I wasn’t ready to show that much vulnerability to them, especially not to him.
When we got outside, I saw Paxton and Remington tossing Warren into the trunk. I let Stellan lead me towards the car, but then I pulled my hand away from his, slid into the car, and let Remington pull me into his lap.
“I’m sorry, little devil,” he murmured to me as I laid my head against his shoulder.
I nodded but didn’t say anything, and we were all quiet for the whole ride to the Sphinx. We pulled into the underground garage, and I mentally steeled myself for the next few hours.
I stopped by my room to grab some of the poison I had stashed, making sure that the guys stayed in the hallway while I did so. Not that I was sure that the camera hadn't already caught everything. But I could at least pretend I had secrets in my room.
Note to self: Remember to get one of those things that scanned for bugs and cameras in rooms. I already had a program on my computer that did that, but I needed one for everything else.
When I came out, the guys dragged Warren to a room I’d never gone in before, one that suspiciously had a tile floor and a drain in the middle of it.
I didn't question it, I just leaned against the wall and watched as they threw him in the middle of the room, his head crunching down on the tile in a way that really boded well for a traumatic brain injury.
"He's all yours," Cain drawled. Paxton was even quieter than usual, staring at the floor as if lost in thought. Stellan's attention was directed at me, the concern in his eyes all too visible.
And Remington…he was staring at his father, an icy blankness to his face. "Remy," I hoarsely whispered, and he jumped like he’d forgotten the rest of us were in the room.
"Do you want to be the one that does the honors?" I asked. Although what I'd been through with him was obviously awful, he'd endured a whole lifetime of his father’s particular brand of cruelty.
"No," he said before striding out of the room without another word.
