Page 23 of Dark Prince

“Little deer, come untie me.” My voice drops low, and I watch as she sits up and twists around in Clayton's lap.

“Shhhh. You'll have your moment to speak.” She says as she stands up. I watch her work his clothes off the top half of his body and she points to a red scar on his chest, on the left side just above his nipple. “See this?” She asks and I nod. “This is where I bit him on my sixteenth birthday. He had just found out I was pregnant with his baby but we couldn't have that, could we Clayton?”

My eyes find hers, “Either kill him or I will.” I state, fighting the ropes so I can get my hands on this motherfucker. I want to scream at my mother to let me out since Cordelia obviously isn't going to.

“All in due time Axel baby. I spent several years under this man, I’m going to take my time with him.” When she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and smiles at me, I see her monster. No matter how much I fight the ropes, I'm stuck here and she's putting on a show. I need to let her do that, this is her revenge. I’ll get mine soon enough.

I hear the camera behind me move and that's when I remember they're watching everything, so they better be ready to turn them the hell off when I get free. Fuck Paul for tying these so tight. Each time I move, the rope bites into my skin, and it makes me want to kill Paul. However, watching Cordelia cut away at the man in front of me is a fucking beautiful sight. The way she moves the knife, peeling skin away from the muscle. The way his body reacts to her doing it.

Clayton's eyes glass over and fall closed as his head topples to the side. “No you don't!” Cordelia smacks him in the face so hard that it echoes. “Wake up and take it.” She cries out. She keeps smacking him, trying to wake him but I think he's dead.

“Little deer. Check his pulse.” I tell her.

“He can't fucking die, I was just getting started.” She puts two fingers to his neck, “Shit.” I watch her knock him backwards and she starts doing CPR on the mother fucker. “You don't get to die until I say so asshole.” She drops a fist on his chest and I hear him gasp. She brought him back to life, just to torture him more. I think I'm in love.

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?Chapter Fifteen

?Cordelia

Islice against hischest, watching another cut bleed as Clayton’s head falls to the side, “Five hundred.” I count, almost finishing all the incisions I planned to give him. I slip the knife across his chest again, “Five hundred and one.” A sigh leaves my lips as I get lost in the count, hitting him and again, one deep cut after another. “Five hundred and twenty.” I breathe out, dropping the knife to the floor.

I’m exhausted and feeling so much better as I grab a long machete off the wall, “I’ll make you pay for everything you did to me.” I shout, my anger taking over as I close my eyes and black out to the rage that bursts through me.

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ILOOK DOWN, MY CHESTheaving as I breathe, standing over the mutilated body of Clayton, or what's left of it.

“I don't think he's going to come back this time.” Axel says, he's been awfully quiet for a while now. I turn to look at him, the blood from Clayton soaking my hair as it whips to hit me in the cheek.

“It's hard to come back when your head is no longer attached.” I say, dropping the knife.

“I bet.“ He laughs from his chest, almost feral like. “Wanna let me out of the ropes now?” He asks, there’s a tone he’s trying to pull over me, but I’m not here to be controlled this time. I’m the one in the driver’s seat, calling all the shots.

“Your mother gave you to me.” I remind him. “So no, I don't think so.”

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