~Chapter 11~
I ’m more irritated than I usually would be while I make my way down to the dungeon. Apparently, Charlie and Stu grabbed a new target for HQ. They did all the recon, information digging, and capturing within 48 hours. I’m sure HQ is happy. But I was less than pleased when Even came in and ordered me to go down to my fun room while he looks after Beatrice.
Slamming the door open, I scan my hand and impatiently wait for the hidden door to unlock. The second it’s open, I bound down the cement steps before coming to stand in front of my new toy. Charlie’s leaning against the left wall, arms crossed over his chest like he's a bodyguard looking out for a high-profile celebrity or some shit.
Once Charlie notices me, he pushes off the wall and stalks toward us. “Danny, I’d like to introduce you to your new punching bad. Bryce Benson. Bryce here loves to call himself a Dom and teaches new subs how to behave properly.” The malevolence in his tone surprises me a little. I can read between the lines as well as the next person, and, yeah, this guy is absolutely about to get what he deserves. But I’ve never heard Charlie sound anything except perfectly succinct with as little emotion as possible.
Either this guy and his bullshit really got to him, or Beatrice is way more under his skin than he’s trying to let on.
With a nod, I tower over the sniveling bastard shackled to my steel table. Ripping off the duct tape, I feel my beast take over. “Hello Brycey-Poo. How has your stay been so far? Are the accommodations up to your expectations?”
He’s blubbering the whole time, so I’m fairly certain that he didn’t hear a single word I said.
No matter, he’ll start talking soon enough.
I turn to my surgical tray, lined with all my favorite tools, and pick up a scalpel. “How many?” I shout to Charlie.
After a moment of silence, I glare up at Charlie. “Seventeen known.”
I feel a grin crawl across my face as I look deep into Fuckboy’s shit-brown eyes. “Wow! 17! Were there others?”
I lean over, letting the light glint off the scalpel right near his eyes. Tears pour down his chiseled cheeks, and his eyes widen as they track my progress.
“How many!” I yell in his face, causing him to jump.
When he still doesn’t answer, I push my finger over his top, right eyelid, closing it shut, then slice it clean off. His screams ricochet off the walls around us, and it fills me with so much joy that my dick gets almost as hard as it does when I’m around my Precious Flower.
I vaguely hear Charlie grunt, followed by the sounds of his heavy ass steps leading up the stairs. Which reminds me…
“Hey, Boss Man…” I call out, glancing over my shoulder.
He stops between the fourth and fifth steps and faces me. His face is a mask of indifference, but I push on. “She calls out for you. You and Stu. Well, she calls you Alpha, but you know what I mean. Her nightmares, boss…” I trail off, shaking my head as I think about the last few days of holding her in my arms as she screamed through the nightmares plaguing her.
“They're bad. And she calls for you. For both of you. I know the letter…fuck…I know it was fucked up, but she needs you. Whether you want her to or not. She needs you. Don’t let Cammy ruin something that has the potential to be absolutely life-altering.”
With a sigh, I turn around, let my beast take back over, and focus on Bryce fucking Benson.