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“I’m just going to go ahead and say that I probably should have told you earlier… These men are not like the men you are used to. They’re not wired the way most people are.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Storm snaps, turning back to face me. It’s amusing that even though he has been taken and shoved into a weird little fucking cube with a guy who cuts himself to keep track of how many days he has been there isn’t enough for his bratty behavior to simmer the fuck down.
“Well…” I reach for my cigar box, taking out a fat trunk and clipping the end. I roll it between my lips, resting my tongue against the harsh tobacco and watching as they finally reach the door. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you all.”
Royce shifts, his shoulders arching back. He’s a fighter. Picked it the second he was put in here, but that doesn’t changeshit. What K Diamond wants, he gets, and right now he’s the one holding all the power. I’m all about fighting back, but I’m not a dumb motherfucker. I can see when that just isn’t going to happen.
The door unlocks and the first man in line enters, swirling the whip around his body. He’s wearing a black ski mask and a black jacket and pants. I don’t know who the fuck he is, and I couldn’t give a fuck neither.
“Down!” he yells, and when Strom tries to defy him, the man slashes the whip across his face, smacking him to the ground. “I said… down.” Storm clutches his cheek but slowly lowers himself to the floor in front of him, as Orson follows suit.
I blow out a puff of smoke. “You don’t have to tell me twice…” I grab Royce from around the belt hinges of his jeans, tugging him backward until his ass hits my cock. I know they won’t physically touch me. Skully knows that pain doesn’t affect me the same way it does normal people. It’s hurting the people I care about that leaves marks on my skin. The kind I don’t love to feel. I’ve used pain as a way to feel for as long as I can remember, and when you’re hurting a fucker like me, that is only foreplay.
Royce’s arm twitches, but he slowly removes his shirt from behind his neck, tossing it into the corner. He still hasn’t turned around to face me, probably worried one of his buddies is gonna get whacked. Which they will. Within five seconds of the three of them being in here, I knew this was about Royce and not about the other two. They’re merely collateral damage.
“Ah, Wicked. How you never seem to disappoint me,” K Diamond says from the group. “Well go on then. Continue…”
It is the sixteenth day since all three of them have been in here with me. We’ve gone through every day like fucking robots, doing whatever he wants. After that first time, everything else has followed suit. We do what he wants, play the games he wantsto play, but I know. I know the shit we are doing in here isn’t for K Diamond; he is simply the enforcer. With me, anyway. Over the past sixteen days, I feel like whatever bullshit is going on between him and Royce is personal. The jabs toward him and the punishments that sometimes only apply to him are obvious. I still don’t know what the game is here, other than K Diamond having beef with Royce. I have yet to see Skully or see what the fuck has happened and why the fuck I’m in here. His day will come. He can’t run for fucking ever.
Dried blood crusts over my arms, and I watch as Royce leans into the little hole in the door, grabbing the tray of food. He slides it across the floor to me as they all dig in.
“Tastes like chicken, but—different.” Orson sinks his teeth into the brown-colored meat, and I watch as he sucks the juice from the bones.
“I’d say more pork.” Storm examines the meat. “Is it weird that this is the first meat serving we’ve had? I mean, every other meal has just been eggs and rice or potatoes. Now he gives us meat?”
I pick up the weird shaped bone and bite into the meat. He’s right. It tastes like pork, only with the texture of chicken. I block out their conversation as my stomach rumbles. Being deprived of meat for the entire time has been rough. More than rough. If I have to break us out of here, I can’t do it. I don’t feel strong enough, nor do I have the energy needed to. It’s why I’ve given up for now. We’ve all kept up our training in the small space, using weird things to help. Mainly press-ups and sit-ups because that’s all we can do. Orson mentioned breaking our sink and using it as weights. Told him it still wouldn’t be heavy enough for the kind of iron I needed to lift.
I sit back, resting my hand on my belly and turning over my shoulder. The whole time that we have been here I haven’t seenany of the other igloos being used. Not one. I wonder if he ever uses them at the same time or if he does it one by one.
The door unlocks automatically, a resounding clink unlatching.
“Royce, Storm, and Orson, you may exit the pod.” I stand to my feet and rush toward them.
“Wicked… you’re not quite done. I need your… expertise. You owe me.”
I turn back to the camera, glaring at the little light that flashes. “I’ve done everything you wanted!”
“Correction—” K Diamond answers, only this time it comes from the opened door. He’s always walking around with guards because he knows. The motherfucker knows that if given even a second, I’ll have him choked out and eating out of a straw for the rest of his life—if I decide to give him his life. “You’ve done everything Skully wanted. This next phase is for me.”
“And if I say no?” I ask, taking careful steps closer to the door. I push through Orson and Storm, fighting the twitching of my fingers. “Let me guess, you’ll hurt Poppy.” I roll my eyes because I’m sick. Sick of knowing that so long as she’s here, they will always have something on me. I hate having a weakness. I’ll never have one again after Poppy.
The silence is deafening in a way that I can hear the trees brush together. Royce takes deep breaths to calm his anger.
“Well… no, I don’t need to use her anymore,” K Diamond says, and I find him in front of me, wearing a silver face covering and black contacts in his eyes. He looks demonic, but that is the intention. That and to hide his identity because I know without a shadow of a doubt that this man knows Royce and Royce knows him. Well.
“And why is that?” I snap, raising my brows.
He takes a long, bated breath. As if he knows the next words that are coming out of his mouth are going to change me forever.
“I did what you wanted, K. Now where is my sister?”
“Well, unfortunately, she’s dead.” The words punch me directly in the gut and I stumble backward. This time it’s different because I know. Why would he tell me she’s dead if he could continue using her being alive against me if she was?
“What?” My lip curls upward and I feel my blood rush through my veins. I want to kill him. No, I would kill him. Just for fun, but my prized kill will be going to Skully. “Where the fuck is your brother?”
“Unfortunately, you were too late, Wicked.” He steps into my space and I launch forward, my hand flying to his throat. Two of the guards that are standing beside him shove me backward. On a normal day, I’d be able to fight them all off, but I’m weak. He knew what he was doing putting us in here. He knew not to feed us so that we stayed this way. Dormant and useless.
“Too late for what?” I roar, and K Diamond flicks his finger over my shoulder, waving the others out.
