Chapter 13
Back to the dark side
LUCAS
My eyes open abruptly after I feel my face going to one side. For a moment there, my vision is blurry, and I’m not able to really see the shadows around me, but when I feel a slap on my other cheek, my gaze illuminates instantly.
In front of me is Cathal, smiling, amused.
“I guess the princess woke up.”
His biting tone fills me with pure rage.
I try to reach for him, but I realise that I can’t move my hands. All of my limbs are tied in chains on the lower part of the wall, so I can’t move my legs to kick him in the face either.
“You will only get them off with a tank, doll,” Cathal says while I am nervously agitating.
Ugh, how much I want to erase that stupid smile off his face.
I can’t believe how many years I trusted this shithead.
I fell into the trap of a man who lost his family.
I don’t get why the hell I haven’t discovered earlier what kind of a psychopath he was.
I just had to see with my own eyes how much I wanted to get away from him once I found out how he tortured his victims.
The things done by his own hands didn’t even compare to the ones made by me or even fucking Marshall.
Usually, he wasn’t staining his hydrated and full-of-rings hands with others’ blood. He was doing it through us, the ones who weren’t allowed to leave and who were motivated to stay put for good reasons.
One of them included the fact that he did stain his hands with blood, but only if someone betrayed him. No one wanted that treatment, especially since I saw what he was capable of. I was present at many dark acts, but I somehow gained the courage to run.
I was stupid, because I knew what would happen. I will be traumatised for life if I survive his torture.
“If you like the pain so much, let me help you,” the devil says, breaking my long flow of thoughts after a moment of silence.
I think he is getting too bored.
He whistles, and two men whom I worked with enter the room. I can swear that they are the ones who ratted me out. They were the only ones present at that moment.
Fucking pieces of shit...
The two of them come to keep me steady, almost getting me down on the ground with my face close to touching it, after one of them gives Cathal a thick rope. And they did it without any remorse.
I struggle to remove their hold, but I forgot how strong they were. I can’t even move an inch.
“Because I am and always have been a gentleman to you, I will take it easy. What you have in that brain of yours is too useful for me to let you go just now,” Cathal says.
I can feel my t-shirt being pushed out of the way and a deep pain shooting through my whole back.
I can’t even control my scream, however much I don’t wanna give him any satisfaction. I know how much he loved the agony sounds caused by his own hands. I also adore the suffering moans, but I prefer to be on the other side of this, not the victim of this painful horror.
I don’t even know how much time he kept hitting me with that fucking rope, because I can’t feel the pain anymore, as how numb my back is. At some point, I just didn’t hear the sounds of torn flesh anymore, and I saw his shadow in front of me after the two puppets lifted me up.
I am confused for a moment. I was waiting for more from him.
That was too easy. Nothing is ever easy with him.
“Where were we?” he smiles, seeing as I am looking directly into his eyes.
“Oh, yes. You have 48 hours to prepare all your methods to find out where Marshall hides his delicious art and what it contains. I already know that none of your classical methods will work. You’ll need Anmara to help you.
Also, I don’t want him dead. I only want him to suffer and be destroyed inside when he finds out that all of his precious fortune is gone.
And I want him captive. I hope I made myself understood, Lycos. ”
“Where are you holding them, you son of a bitch?” I spit on him when he gets to my face level, but not even that removes that satisfied smile on his face.
He only takes a napkin from the pocket of his suit, and he wipes himself.
“You’ll never find out with this attitude. Maybe only when it’ll be too late. If you know what I have prepared for Anmara…”
“Don’t you da…”
“I will dare what the hell I want because you will fucking do what I say from now on!”
He vibrates with his words, coming with his index finger very close to one of my eyes.
“If you disobey me again, Lucas, I will test what I get on you. I will only keep Lycos, the one I actually need. You are good at talking and programming, but he submits to me.”
I’m trembling with anger, almost foaming at my mouth from the profound adrenaline accumulating inside of me. I try to get all of my strength to abstain from saying or doing anything that would push him to hurt Anmara even worse than he already planned.
“We’ll do it like this: I will release you, you will appear when I need you, and you will do anything I tell you to.
I really don’t wanna see your traitor face more than I need to, so you will need to find another palace to live in.
Maybe you’ll even find Blake and Anmara in time without lying in their own bloodbath, and everyone will be happy," he says, making me growl with anger.
He slaps me over my cheek and gets out of the room, alongside the other two, leaving me staring at the old, rusty door.
I barely kept myself from laughing in his face.
If he knew that my palace is bigger than his, he would keep the words to himself. That dump of his didn’t give me any motivation, as I wasn’t sleeping there weeks at a time. He was too absorbed by his business to see that.
I hear a click and feel my wrists free. Without rummaging around, I run to the door and get into a strangely long hallway. I take the left and try all of the rooms in my way until I see a door opening and a guardian coming out.
Unable to restrain myself, I run to him, jump on his back, and only stop when I hear his neck snapping between my hands, and feel his body falling on the ground with me on his back.
Ugh, so satisfying. I missed it.
I feel the need to do that with Cathal, but one of his puppets works, too.
For the moment.
He ran away because he knew what to expect if he stayed too close to me, especially with the shit that got out of his mouth.
I pop my neck to get rid of the accumulated tension and go into the room the guardian got out of. There, I find Blake spitting blood with a syringe next to him.
He moves his gaze to mine when he hears me get near him, and I can already see his bloodshot eyes and his face full of bruises.
“Where is Anmara?”
Of course, that is the first question he asks me. I roll my eyes, getting behind him to release his wrists from the rope he had around them.
“That’s what I wanna find out too, but also what the hell they injected in your veins,” I say, taking the syringe off the ground, breaking the needle, and putting it in my pocket.
Whatever they administered him, I really need to find out what the substance is, but I don’t wanna contaminate myself. Bianca doesn’t even know what kind of adventure awaits her.
“Who the hell knows, brother? I feel my muscles and internal organs burning, and I only wish to beat somebody to get rid of this awful sensation," he says, groaning in pain while he gets up.
The wound from before doesn’t look that good either, but I ignore it. I can only think of the worst that could happen to Anmara, given how Blake is now.
I remember the effects of Marshall’s drug, and I hope it’s not it, because we’ll all suffer. I heard it took around a full day for the effects to appear, so we should have enough time to figure out what it contains.
I already imagine Bianca’s eyes sparkling with enthusiasm when I tell her where the drug that Blake was injected with came from. I only have to track her down somehow.
“Let’s find Anmara. We’ll see what they put in your body later,” I say, going out of the room in search of her.
I hope it won’t be too late.