Chapter 35
Chapter Thirty-Five
Cassie
Waking up to a man judging the shape of my body is more annoying than a pesky hangover after partying too hard with Violet.
"I can get on board with the bright red hair and big tits, but the hips and thighs? I don't get it. My research tells me you haven't given birth, so why are your hips so wide?"
I prefer the knife dragging along my apparently too-thick thighs to listening to him mansplain the female body. On and on he goes while I grit my teeth against the sharp pricks of pain as he draws lines of blood through my flesh.
Every time I peek my eyes open, I glance at the striped wounds. I don't think they'll scar, but the longer he rants about Maddox the angrier he gets. The more delusional he is, the heavier his hand.
The only time I take a full breath is when he lifts the blade to point it at me. "What are you hoping to accomplish?" It's on the tip of my tongue to call him an asshole, but I refrain. For now. Only because I don't want him to stab me out of rage.
"Oh, right. I forgot to remove your tongue." Victor tsks and waves his weapon at my mouth. "That's usually my first step. At least Maddox knows how to teach his women to be silent. Silent. I don't like people who talk too much or complain."
Like you?
"Gargled screams are more my vibe. Since I forgot, maybe I can have you send a voice message."
I lurch my body from side to side in an attempt to loosen the ropes around me.
The worst fucking part of my current situation is the chains holding my hands above my head.
I've gone numb from my elbows up. I wish my shoulders would get the memo and go the fuck to sleep too, but I'm way too close to them popping out of place.
"Do you like Ripper's contraption?"
Hearing Ripley's name in a moment as awful as this one makes my heart thump painfully in my chest. "W-what?" Water. I need water.
Victor gestures to my wrists high above my head. I follow the trail of chains that leads to...his fucking hand. A silent scream erupts from my throat when he gives it a rough tug.
"Ripper showed us his dungeon last year.
Probably as a show of false good faith, as I've learned recently.
Did you know they've been playing me all along?
Anyway, I quite enjoyed this particular setup.
" Another small yank and tears spring to my eyes as my mind screams for my men to find me.
"One hard pull and POP go your shoulders. Right out of their sockets."
I don't think I will ever choose to see Ripley's dungeon after this. I've already had enough, and I doubt it's been more than a few hours since Jake and I got into the accident.
Jake. Please be okay.
"Kind of like you," Victor rambles. "Just plucked you right out of their arms, huh? Still can't believe they'd betray me like this. Especially with a juicy peach like you in their beds. Unless they were hoping to distract me with you. FUCK!" he shouts and rushes from the door.
It slams closed, leaving me shadowed in darkness and desperate for a sound other than my own shattering heart.
I have no idea what the hell just went through his mind, but damn am I glad he's fucking crazy.
He clearly doesn't understand the depth of our relationship if he thinks Maddy and them would really use me like this.
Victor might not even know what love is. Has he ever experienced loyalty or stability? Was he born a monster, or was it circumstantial?
No matter his background and the young boy he used to be. He spent his evening slicing my thighs open and fat-shaming me.
He's a monster. Whether it's his fault or not, he’s a dangerous one.