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I exhaled slowly, trying to release worry. “Diesel, if anything happens to me, I need to know she’s taken care of.”
“Wait.” He stepped closer to me. “What is it?”
I felt I had no time to explain. “Real important. Feel me?”
After a delay while he thought over my request, he said, “Aw, fuck, pup. I feel you as if you were lightning striking right in front of me.”
Onus started to laugh uncontrollably, his head leaning back against the wall. “A little dig, Mr. Dee-sul?”
I thought of Lu telling me not to have buttons to push, so I didn’t comment about Onus imitating Rya, but I felt fear ripple through Diesel, although he didn’t dare show it.
Instead, he smarted off, “I think it’s a bit bigger than that. Don’t you? Maybe, let’s say, six-two?”
Onus leaned forward. “Are you referring to my Little Hellion?” He sinisterly eyed me. “I named you after your mother. Such a fighter. Such a,” he smirked at Diesel, “fiery lover.”
Jaw tense, Diesel marched to the wall to our right and hit a garage door button attached there. Baroooooommmm! A machine clicked on, then Onus’s wrists were yanked upward as he was lifted from the bed, pulled to the center of his cage, and strung there.
Onus didn’t look surprised in the slightest. He just hung there, his feet barely touching the ground, staring at me.
Diesel then unlocked the cell door, swung it open, stepped inside, and punched Onus in the face.
Onus just laughed. Blood dripping down his bare chest and onto his jeans, he laughed. He continued to whistle the creepy tune for a minute but stopped when more blood pooled in his mouth. Annoyed, he asked Diesel, “Shouldn’t you be busy having more spawn?”
“Jealous?” he rebutted proudly.
Hands restrained above his head, Onus admitted, “I used to have kids. Sons.” His dark eyes softened. “Then I killed them.”
Every man in the room recoiled. Such words made them sick to their stomachs. His admission went against the laws of human nature.
I wasn’t ill. I was terrified. “Why am I alive, then?”
He attempted to shrug, unsuccessfully. “A promise. A need.” He went back to whistling.
“Which one?” I was grappling for control. Continuingly taunting my love for Rya was quite effective.
“Both.” he smirked, appearing very pleased with my reaction.
His games were exhausting, depleting. “Onus, why the night of the fire?”
Yes, I’d almost died in two fires during my short lifetime.
Coyly, Onus answered, “Because my mother was a bitch?”
Wishing for Onus to have an ounce of remorse, I asked, “Onus, why… why didn’t you just let me burn?”
Diesel groaned. “Pup…”
Onus ignored him. “Did you like the fire’s dance?”
I recoiled, too. That night, after grandma knocked me out with a frying pan, I woke to the heat… And the dancing flames that promised all of the abuse to be over if I just surrendered to them.
“Onus,” I asked, disappointed. “You said… You said… It was Rya’s dad and your mom who tried to kill me.”
His bare feet gripped the concrete with anxious toes. “And I didn’t lie. It just helped you be a little more grateful when I ‘rescued’ you.”
There was no limit to this man’s degrading ways. No level to which he wouldn’t stoop. All that he had put me through? I wanted him dead. Gone. Expunged from my life! All his lies and venomous blood…
I gazed at my palm again. “Why did you cut me that night?”
