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“Yes, sir!”
“What about when Malik Jafar saw you at one of his hotels snorting a line? Or when Kieran Van der Zee called me, saying you were at his club boasting that you could hook up several people with samples? Are they lying, too?”
“My loyalty is to you, boss! You have to believe me.”
Odin gestures toward me. “My lovely stepdaughter said that I should take a finger for what you’ve done.”
Kai nods. “Yes! That’s more than fair.”
“But when I told her the amount, she said that a finger wasn’t enough. Want to know what she said?”
Kai swallows loudly and doesn’t answer.
“Don’t insult my stepdaughter, Kai,” Odin warns.
“Yes, sir, I’d like to know what she said.”
“She said I should take your hand to make sure you understand that you’ve made a terrible mistake in crossing me. She also said I should make sure you understand that there won’t be any second chances.” Odin looks at Heimdall. “Heimdall, does this punishment suit you?”
“It does, brother. I couldn’t have come up with a better punishment myself.” Heimdall nods his head at me, as if thanking me. It seems sincere, too.
“Good. Anna, my girl, walk over to that table and pick a knife for me.”
He shoots me a smile that does things to me. Like, this shouldn’t be sexy, right? But I can’t deny that seeing him in his element is a huge fucking turn on.
Crossing the room, I stop at the table where several torture devices are laid out. It’s terrible that I know what most of them are. I pass the pliers and iron probes, coming to a stop in front of the knives. This is going to be painful for Kai, no matter which one I choose, but I pick the butcher’s knife. Hopefully, it’s as sharp as it looks.
Odin takes it from me, looking it over. “Excellent choice.”
He motions to his men, and they untie Kai. Two more men bring in a wooden stump that has turned dark over time by all the blood spilt over it.
Odin says to me, “This piece of oak has been in the Vilulf family since my forefathers were Viking warlords. It’s an instrument of justice. Do you understand?”
I nod. “I do.”
“Good.”
The men push Kai to his knees.
Odin asks, “Tell me, Kai. Which hand do you stroke your cock with?”
Kai lets out a sob, and it takes a few moments before he can answer. “My right hand, sir.”
Odin nods his head, and the men lift Kai’s right arm, forcing it down on the stump of wood.
“Kai, I hope you realize that I am being kind right now. Cross me again and it will be your head on this block of wood. Now, be a good little prick and hold out your hand.”
Kai’s sobs fill the room, but he uncurls his fist. Odin waits a moment before striking. Kai’s sobs turn into screams as his hand falls to the ground and blood pours from the wound down the block of wood, adding to the rich history it already holds.
Odin says, “Get him out of here.”
The men move to do Odin’s bidding. Even Heimdall follows as they drag Kai away.
My breaths come out in short pants, but it has nothing to do with fear. I’m so fucking turned on right now that it scares me.
“Look at me, baby girl.”
I shake my head and my voice quivers as I say, “I can’t.”
