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I want to spit in his face. I want to swing back and kick out at him. But I want to live more. I want to see Seven and Declan again. I want to be back home with them. I rack my brain, trying to figure out how to calm him down and somehow get out of this.
I flinch and try to pull away as he presses the tip of the knife at my throat and slowly drags it downward, not drawing blood, not yet. He wants me as afraid as I can possibly be. Maybe he's bluffing. Maybe he just wants to scare me. I hold onto this thought because I still just can't believe he's a killer. I can't believe he would cut me.
“Y-you don't want to do this. I'm not worth prison.”
He laughs again. “Trust me, baby, I won't get caught.” He makes a small, shallow cut across my collar bone, his eyes lighting with delighted malice at the sight of my blood.
I yelp at the thin burning streak. Then my gaze shifts as I catch movement in the shadows. It's them.
I catch Seven's eye. “Master, please...”
“I'm not your Master,” Andrew says. “You're not worth that much investment, you little freak.”
A throat clears, and Andrew nearly jumps out of his skin as he realizes we aren't alone.
“I believe she was referring to me,” Seven says, stepping out of the shadows.
Andrew turns wildly, this time holding the knife up like he thinks he's going to fight him with it.
Declan joins Seven, and the two of them throw the full force of their dark, blank stares on Andrew. They are terrifying when they drop the masks and let that cold, menacing darkness swirl out of them.
“Andrew, Andrew, Andrew,” Seven says. “This is awkward. We were grateful that you practically gift-wrapped a girl with nothing to lose and nowhere to go for us to just pick right up. But she doesn't belong to you, pal. She belongs to us, and I'm afraid touching our toys is a killing offense.”
“Indeed,” Declan says.
They are both so calm, and I swear it's a thousand times more frightening than the erratic insanity that just came out of Andrew.
“Drop the knife and step away from our girl,” Declan says.
Instead, Andrew moves behind me, pressing the tip of the blade to my throat. “I'll kill her.”
Seven laughs. “And what will that get you? Longer torture, probably. Kill her, don't kill her. Either way, you're ours now. And we aren't nearly so gentle with men.”
Andrew presses the blade harder against my skin. I cry as another small trickle of blood flows out.
“Master... please.”
Neither Seven nor Declan flinches. Nothing changes on their impassible faces. Both men charge so fast toward Andrew, that he actually takes a step back and drops the knife. I can't see what happens behind me, but I hear the scuffling, Andrew's yelping, some punching.
They drag him around in front of me, forcing him to his knees. Declan holds the knife at his throat.
“Beg for forgiveness,” Declan says.
“P-please, I'm sorry. Please forgive me. D-don't let them kill me,” Andrew sputters.
Seven hauls him off the ground. “That's fucking pathetic. We don't need to hear any more of that. And let us kill you? Please.”
Seven holds him while Declan takes out a coil of rope from his inside jacket pocket. He ties the ropes so hard and violently I flinch. They hang him from a meat hook so that he's facing me.
The two men take a couple of steps back. They look back and forth from Andrew to me. Aren't they going to untie me and let me down? It hurts that they acted like they didn't care if Andrew killed me. I know if they'd shown that weakness or hesitation that I'd be in more danger, but it still hurts because a part of me is scared that was the truth—that I’m only a toy to them, only a pet, and they would be barely bothered if I died.
“Now, Andrew,” Seven says, but he's circling and looking at me. “Let's talk about this frigid bitch comment.”
Declan moves up behind me, his mouth peppering kisses across my throat as his tongue slips out and licks the spot on my neck where Andrew pressed the blade.
I can't stop the small whimper as my fear shifts to arousal. I'm sure most people couldn't make such a swift mental shift, but I've been making that shift for so long now that it feels like my default factory setting. Suddenly, the adrenaline inside me has a safe place to land.
“Who do you belong to?” Seven asks.
