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“Ra—”
“Say another word and this is going to be ten times more painful.”
Her mouth clamped shut.
It was then that she realized his right hand had been bunching up her skirt along her left leg. Cold air hit her thigh.
Then the tip of the blade dug into the flesh of her outer thigh.
Carving into her.
Deep.
Not understanding the pain, what was happening, she looked up at him, her eyes confused, begging, fear palpitating from her. “Wh—what?” she choked out.
The blade sank deeper, pain slicing outward to all of her limbs, wrapping around her stomach.
He didn’t say a word as he twisted the blade deep in the wound.
She gasped, sinking back against the wall, her toes searching for traction but finding none. Her face contorted in shock and betrayal as his body went blurry, swimming in front of her. Words etched in breathless pain. “H—how could you do this?”
“It is nothing, really.” His pressure holding her arms high above her head the only thing keeping her upright, he slowly dragged the knife out of her leg, the tip digging into the inner flesh as it withdrew.
She screamed at the torture, her body trying to double over but not able to for how he’d stretched her against the wall.
And he wasn’t done. His thumb landed on the wound, pressing in on it.
Pure agony. She writhed, screams tumbling one after another, as she tried to escape his grasp, tried to twist her leg away from him.
She didn’t manage any of it and he dug his thumb in farther, slipping it into the wound, jabbing against the blood pouring out. “This is nothing, was nothing. You fell for it, you silly little girl.”
The words rushed into her brain, twisting with the pain and sending her head near to exploding. Crushing her both by the thumb digging into her flesh and his words.
No. No. No.This couldn’t be happening. It couldn’t.
Heckles, laughter, jeered into the room, filling her ears. Falsted, the cutthroats.
Not Rafe. His stare stayed set on her, his face stone.
Wicked, wicked, merciless stone.
His thumb twisted viciously deep into the wound, her skin splitting farther open around his thumb. The pain too much and she heaved, vomiting.
Rafe simply stepped to the side, avoiding her retch. Then he callously centered himself in front of her again, brutally hooking his thumb into her flesh. “Scream for us, little wench.”
He jabbed inward toward bone, twisting deep in the wound.
Fresh waves of vicious agony.
Scream after scream.
So much.
So much pain.
She lost sight him in front of her even as she fought it.
Only pain.
