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“Give me that,” Zoe huffs, snatching the knife from Cara’s hand, halting my advance as she presses the blade to the hanging carcass and starts to slice the flesh slowly.
Cara beams.
‘Fuck you.’I mouth to Cara who just snickers and shoos me away with a dismissive wave of her hand.
I check my phone for the time. Dammit, it’s not time for Cara to leave yet.
She needs to get back to Rocco by 4pm, but she was adamant to get in some training with Zoe today given it’s been three days since Zoe asked for her help. Cara has been busy trying to juggle Rocco’s physio and therapy appointments. I swear she’s going to run herself into the ground if she doesn’t slow down soon.
Maybe I can convince her to let us help with future appointments, after all, she did make time to come here yesterday to sit in with Zoe and Alana when the doctor came to examine my princess. Cara found a female physician so Zoe would feel more comfortable, and the initial pregnancy test came back negative. Thank fuck. The blood tests and swabs will take more time, so it will be a while before weknow if Zoe has been given a fucking STD by that fucking traitorous bastard.
Instead of returning to the side of the room, I slowly pace around the centerpiece of Zoe torturing a fucking dead pig, watching how good she is at it. The more I watch the more my dick aches with a need I can not ask my princess to sate, but I ignore the hard fucker, mesmerized by the sight of Zoe Miller getting high on the power of torturing.
I wonder how she would do with a living victim?
I stop pacing for a moment considering that.
Should I go and steal a lowlife off the streets for my princess to play with?
My heart races with the idea, but I don’t think Zoe is there quite yet.
I keep pacing, the hours ticking over as Cara moves from slicing skin to dismembering, and I’m not sure how much more of this teasing I can take.
It’s like I’m being edged, my eyes never willing to leave Zoe’s expression, no smile but fuck there’s a light in her eyes that wasn’t there earlier today. It’s like she’s coming alive in front of me.
So I watch, and let the way her body moves push me closer and closer to needing to fist my cock.
A ding sounds in the room, and Cara sighs, her shoulders dropping a little.
“I need to get going now. Dante’s men are waiting to escort me back to Rocco,” she explains, moving to her phone to turn off the alarm she set.
“Thank you,” Zoe rasps, her voice husky as she stabs the knife deep into what’s left of the mangled flesh hanging from the hook.
Lifting a hand towel to dab at her forehead, Cara smiles back at my princess.
“Actually, thank you. I really needed this too,” Cara admits, and I feel a pang in my chest, her words confirming that Rocco’s care is taking a toll on her.
Knowingly, Zoe smiles, giving Cara a nod, and they say their goodbyes as I stand by, still mesmerized by my princess.
Does she feel the strength she has inside her?
I hope so.
She’s always had that strength. That’s what will help her get through all of this.
Now alone in the room, Zoe sighs, eyeing her masterpiece.
“Well, I guess I should clean this up.”
“Not yet,” I rasp, slowly approaching her as those blue eyes go wide.
Standing a few feet in front of her, I bend and tug out the knife I keep hidden in the side of my boot, flipping it open.
“What are you doing?” Zoe gasps, and I reposition the weapon in my hand, offering her the handle.
“Take this.”
Her gaze darts back and forth between my eyes and the knife in my hand, confusion twisting her features. When I give it a little shake, she finally reaches out wrapping her hand around the hilt, taking it from me.
