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“How about we do something else instead.”
Fire slices through my thigh, jostling me up in the chair I’m forced to sit in, the rope tightening suddenly around my throat. Bartiste’s blade sticks out from my leg and tears fall from my eyes. No whimpers, though, no sound leaves my gaping mouth. I’m too stunned by the agony.
“I should have shot you there, just like your fucking piece of shit of a boyfriend did to me.”
That’s why he’s limping.
“If I leave this in, you’ll live. But if I pull it out, my men will be annoyed at the mess they’ll have to clean up after you bleed out on our floor.” He huffs, but even in this state, I can’t miss the sparkle in his eyes as he orders. “Beg me.”
Somehow, I manage to take a breath, not a full one, but enough.
“Beg for what? You’ll kill me anyway. I told you…” I take a deep breath to push through the pain. “Let her go. Alive. Then it will only be me to inflict your pain on.”
“I’m already inflicting pain on you. And you know I’m not referring to the knife fit so snug in your meat.”
Meat.This is what we are to him—meat.
“There’s no point to this…”
“Oh, but there is—my pleasure. After the humiliation of cheating me, I’m taking my revenge.”
“Haven’t you taken enough?”
“You haven’t begged yet.” He’s getting angrier.
“I’ve begged plenty, goddamnit!”
“Not for your own motherfucking life!”
The burning brightens, as in two swift movements, he pulls the blade out and slams it into my other thigh with such force the hilt bruises me. This time, the adrenaline escapes me, tears fill my bulging eyes, blinding pain fills all my senses, and I shriek so loud that Hanna startles awake.
The broken look in her eyes distracts me, if only for a few moments.
“It’s okay… it’s okay,” I try to soothe her through gritted teeth.
But the guy brutalizing her seems to get a new lease of life, a horrifying grin on his face, just as tears well in Hanna’s eyes.
“Anni…” she whimpers.
“I’m so sorry…”
But she doesn’t respond to that, her eyes terrifyingly stuck on my body, to the knife in my thigh.
Can she even feel what’s being done to her anymore?
Tears fall freely down my cheeks, my soul in pieces at her plight. I’ve begged so much for them to take me instead; I’m out of options. I’ve never felt so powerless… useless. I just want her pain to stop.
Please, make it stop.
“Is that all you want? For me to beg for my life?” I ask, turning my attention back to Bartiste, forcing myself to ignore the pain in my thighs.
But Bartiste’s attention has shifted. It’s still on me, but as I look between him and Hanna, I realize they’re fixed on the same spot—Hanna with horrible fear in her eyes, and Bartiste with newfound power. It hits me then… my hands sit possessively over my belly. Even as I’m bleeding out of one leg, and with a knife in the other, I’m covering my belly.
I can’t let go. Not as sickening goosebumps spread all over my skin from the hungry look in his eyes. It’s a different type of hunger than I’ve ever seen before. It’s foaming at the mouth and demanding payment in pain and suffering. It’s stripping me bare and waiting patiently, because it knows… My time to beg starts now.
“Anni…” Hanna whimpers.
Bartiste slowly wraps his hand around the handle of the knife, with each finger tightening around it the blade widening the hole in my leg and I have to bite my lip so as not to scream again.
