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“Get on with it then, Doctor,” I taunt.
I don’t even flinch when she takes the wand and puts it to my left nipple. I don’t cry out when she flicks the switch and it sends lightning shooting through my body. I’m not in any kind of pain. When she moves the wand and it kisses my right nipple, I moan, unable to stop myself. The contact is welcome and delicious. It makes me want to scream and beg for more. She lowers the wand and flicks the switch again. My body arches and I let out an almighty scream.
Then she drops it to the floor and steps away.
“Mr King. I have meetings to attend. I expect her to be broken when I return. Mr Frost? Accompany me”
Hatchet doesn’t meet her eyes. Instead he nods and steps up next to me. I look up at him as he stares down at me, pleading with my eyes once Seytan leaves and locks the door after her and Snow.
“Don’t do this, please.” I cringe at how weak I sound, but at least I waited until Snow and Satan were gone.
Hatchet snaps his fingers and Nightshade steps forward.
“Get her down,” he orders. Bones moves the restraints and lifts me into his arms, his hold firm but tender. “Chain her up.”
I whimper as my arms are pulled above my head, suddenly craving the warm restraint of the chair. Heavy chains are wrapped around my wrists and then I’m drawn up on to the very tips of my toes.
“Ghost. You’re up.” I groan at Nightshade’s words, knowing that whatever Ghost has in store for me, it’s going to be deliciously torturous.
The crack registers before the pain – a burning lash across my back that can only have come from some sort of whip.
I drop my head back and scream at how good it feels.
Ghost steps closer, his eyes dark with deviant pleasure, as he brandishes the whip once more. I grit my teeth, bracing myself for the next strike, but it doesn’t come. Instead, I feel his hand trail down my bare back, tracing the lines of the whip’s mark.
“You like that, don’t you?” he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. I shiver, unable to deny the pleasure that is coursing through my body.
He steps back, and I’m left hanging, my arms aching from being stretched above my head. Honeymonster approaches, a wicked grin on his face as he holds up a small, thin blade.
“Now, for a little something special, Sugar Puff” he says, trailing the blade along my uninjured arm from my elbow towards my armpit. I gasp as he breaks the skin, the pain sharp and intense.
But then, as he licks the blood from the blade, I feel a new sensation – a thrill that is almost intoxicating. “Stop,” I urge, even though I want more. “The poison—”
“Is already out of your system, Red,” Nightshade calls. “I’m not stupid.”
Honey grins at me, then leans forward and licks the trail of blood from my arm again, making me shiver. Ghost lashes my back again, the force of this blow swinging me forward so that I impale myself on Honey’s blade. His grin would make the devil baulk.
I gasp as Honey pulls the blade out of my arm, blood gushing out of the wound. The pain is unbearable, but the rush of pleasure that comes with it is undeniable. A bead of sweat trickles down my temple as I try to catch my breath. Ghost stands behind me, his whip at the ready, waiting for someone’s next instruction.
The room is filled with the sound of our breathing and the occasional crack of Ghost’s whip. The heat is rising in my body, my skin slick with sweat. Nightshade leans in, his lips brushing against my ear.
“Are you ready for more, my sweet little pet?” he whispers.
I nod, unable to form words. He steps back, grinning, and Honey raises the blade once again. I close my eyes, bracing myself for the pain.
But it doesn’t come. Instead, his fingers trace over the cuts on my arm, sending shivers down my spine. His touch is gentle and tentative, as if he’s afraid to hurt me further. I open my eyes to see him looking down at me with a mixture of concern and desire. He lifts my chin with his finger and brushes his lips against mine. It’s a soft kiss, almost chaste, but it sends a jolt of electricity through me.
I’m surprised by the tenderness of his touch, considering the roughness with which he’s been treating me. It’s almost as if he’s trying to make it up to me.
But I know that’s not the case. This is just another way of exerting control over me, of making me crave his touch even when it hurts. And I’m powerless to resist.
He steps back again, his eyes dark with lust. I can see the hunger in his gaze as he considers what to do next. Ghost steps forward, cracking his whip menacingly. I brace myself for the next round of torture, knowing that it’s only going to get more intense from here on out. But as Nightshade steps up to me once more, his hand on my cheek, I can’t help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with fear.
“Let’s see how much you can take,” he whispers, before turning to Hatchet. “Bring over the toys.”
My heart races as I watch Hatchet disappear over to the far wall of the room, only to return moments later carrying a tray filled with an assortment of implements.
I bite my lip, trying to prepare myself for what’s to come. But nothing could have prepared me for the agony that follows. Nightshade and his men take turns using the toys on me, each one more painful than the last. I scream, I cry, I beg for mercy, but it only seems to spur them on.
