Chapter Seven #2
His psychological warfare of holding Ily’s life over me slowly undid me as a man, but hearing his unspoken promise—the images he painted in my head—
“I will need a replacement while Rachel heals. It’s serendipitous that you’ve become so obedient.”
Fuck.
Fuck!
“I don’t think you’re ready to give yourself to me completely yet,” Victor murmured. “But...let’s test if you’re ready for those games to begin, hmm?” Pushing away from the table, he pointed at his fly. At the hardness hidden behind it. At the cock I wanted to eviscerate.
“A tiny request, my dear sweetling.” He chuckled under his breath. “Like I said, I don’t trust you to put my entire dick in your mouth, so for tonight, just remove me gently and...kiss me.”
I gagged on sour spit.
My jaw clenched to bite.
Kiss him?
Kiss that part of him?
Fuck no.
Jesus no.
Images of slicing my teeth through his cock and making him bleed consumed—
“Ah, ah, don’t you think I can’t see your thoughts?” His hand lashed out and grabbed my chin. Wrenching my eyes to his, he smirked. “I see them clear as day.”
His fingers dug painfully into my cheeks.
His eyes flashed pure evil as he hissed, “Ferdinand, would you be so kind to take Ilyana on stage? You have my permission to fuck her and then cut off her tits with your steak knife if Henri even twitches wrong.”
No—
“Be my pleasure, Vic.” The sound of wood on wood screeched as Ferdinand shoved his chair back and stalked toward where Ily was chained to the wall. I didn’t dare look at her but out of the corner of my eye, I saw him grab her, unhook her, then drag her tripping onto the stage.
She squeaked in pain as he shoved her against the same pole Victor had chained me to for forty-eight hours when this all began.
“I’m ready when you are, Vic.”
“Excellent.” Letting my cheeks go, Victor reclined and shrugged. “If you so much as think of biting me, my pet, you can watch my friend cut off your lover’s very nice breasts, and then I will personally feed them to you for breakfast.”
Ily cried out as Ferdinand grabbed her left breast.
Pure homicidal rage crackled like lightning in my body. “Don’t you fucking—”
Electricity.
Hot, vicious, biting electricity.
Seconds or minutes or hours.
I could never tell.
The pain stopped as suddenly as it’d begun.
I lay on my side, gasping, twitching, my entire body fried with maiming power.
“Try again.” Victor tapped his shiny shoe against my bare hip. “What were you going to say?”
It took every willpower to push upright with shaking arms and kneel before him again. Swallowing every shred of self-respect, I bowed my head and said, “You know you don’t have to threaten me.”
Leaning forward, he pressed a kiss to my forehead.
Every part of me recoiled, but I didn’t pull away.
“Do you think I’m bluffing?” He smiled. “Do you think I believe this little act that you’ve perfected? That you truly are this docile?”
“No.”
“No what?”
I swallowed back all my hatred. “No, Sir V.”
That title.
That respect.
It burned my tongue.
It made me sick.
One day, I would kill him.
The day I couldn’t protect Ily anymore. The day she was free from this place...I would fucking slaughter him. Slowly. Mercilessly. Messily.
“You’re aware that I will eventually have to dispatch Ily to break the rest of you, yes?”
My eyes flashed to his. “Hurt her, and you’ll see just how much you need her to keep me in line.”
He laughed. “I’m well aware of that, but don’t you see, my dear Henri?
While I enjoy your forced obedience, it’s nothing like true submission.
That strength inside you? That violence?
It turns me on...for now. I enjoy the hunt, and I enjoy the thrill, but there will come a time when your stubbornness will grow tiresome.
I am not you, mon ami. I do not enjoy a jewel to withhold their true feelings or harbour hatred toward me.
I don’t want a fight every time I want a fuck.
I want to feel the shattering of your soul. So...consider this your first warning.”
Grabbing me around the nape, he pulled my face toward his crotch. “Kiss me under duress tonight, but soon, you will suck me because it pleases you to please me. You will moan as I fuck you because nothing else will exist in your mind apart from how best you can serve me.”
Letting me go, giving me back control where every cell begged to grab a fork and jab it as far as I could in his bowels, he spread his hands and winked at his tenting trousers. “I’m waiting.”
Rachel sucked in a gasp at the table.
Ily cried out on stage.
Even Peter grunted in misery.
There was no end to this.
No one coming.
No help on the horizon.
Eventually, I wouldn’t be able to keep behaving.
Eventually, Victor would kill Ily to break me.
Eventually, we would all die anyway.
But today, she was alive.
And I had no choice.
Forgive me, little nightmare.
Don’t watch.
I beg you...don’t watch.
With hands that didn’t shake and a soul that turned into snow and sleet, I unbuttoned the trousers of the man I hated most in the world. I unzipped the monster I would one day murder. And I pulled out the erection of a dead man.
Ily’s sob echoed in my ears as I bent over his lap—
“Behave, Henri...” Victor purred. “My one and only warning.”
I pictured Ily being hurt because of me.
I pictured her beautiful breasts hacked off her gorgeous body and slapped onto a plate because of me.
I pictured her dying because of me.
And I shut down the final pieces, the true pieces, the last good and true pieces...
...and kissed him.