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“So the traitor is back?” he asks me as he looks down at her kneeling form.
“I’m not a fucking traitor,” she spits back at him. “And if you touch me, you’re dead.”
“Yeah?” he snorts. He kneels next to her, flipping a switchblade open and pressing it against her cheek.
I cluck my tongue at him. “No hurting beyond repair.”
He nods at me, pulling the blade away and looking where to hurt her.
Her wide eyes go from his blade to me. “Are you seriously gonna let him do this?”
“Wanna rethink our deal?”
“Fuck you.”
I nod at the guy, and he slams his blade down, making Jade shriek. The point lands in the carpet, right between her legs.
Her eyes flutter open, staring at the floor in front of her. The guy grabs her hair, pulling her head back. “You’re going to suffer for what you did.”
He releases her violently, and she looks up at me with all the hate she can muster.
This is going to be fun.
The next guy tries to put his hand under her shirt, but I shake my head at him. “Not if you want that hand to stay attached to your body.”
Changing his mind, he drops his entire drink on her, making her gasp when the ice lands on her head.
“You’re an asshole, Elliot,” she seethes, pulling at her cuffs as if they’re going to break because she wills them to.
“I can be worse.”
As the night goes on, more hover around her. I dissuade them with a single look when they want to try something too harsh, so most end up throwing food at her or pouring their drinks on her. She gets a flew slaps to the face, and somehow ended up with a bloody nose. No one fails to call her a traitor. Her cheeks are red, eyes watery. No tears fall, though.
The girl can take it.
If anything, I’m the one who hates this fucking plan. Every time someone calls her a bitch, a traitor, or a whore, I’m ready to slam their heads against the floor. Every time they hurt her, I think of a thousand ways to kill them.
Someone lights a cigarette next to her and points the burning end at her arm.
She shakes her head, looking at me. “Elliot.”
“If only you’d said yes to our deal.”
“Don’t let him…”
She tries to move away, but he holds her by the hair.
“Elliot,” she whimpers. The burning embers are so close, ready to burn her skin and leave a scar.
“You want a taste of what it’d feel like to have my protection, baby?”
She nods frantically, eyeing the cigarette. “Fuck…fuck…do something!”
“Stop.” My order is calm, but he stops anyway.
“Aw, man. Come on, it’s fun.”
“You know what else is fun?” I tell him. “A bullet in your head. Now fuck off.”
