Page 79 of Saving Her

His future suffering is what I focus on as my brother starts the boat and guides us from the port. But Otis doesn’t suffer. He’s not even scared. Whatever they gave him has plastered a delirious smile on his face, the expression pure evil.

I can’t stand it.

Chloe is gone—left on the cold floor in a pool of her own blood, her soul forever trapped in that godforsaken house—and this man is blissed out.

It makes me sick.

I drag my gaze away and turn to the water, wishing the excruciatingly slow journey would pass faster. The minutes tick by like hours, the muted chuckle from the maniac on the floor a constant grate on my ears.

“You’re dead, pretty Penny. They’re going to eat you alive.”

I ache at his words. Shiver. It isn’t from fear, though. It’s from suffocating anger. Every emotion bottled inside me has been increased tenfold—the grief, resentment, hatred, heartache and sorrow. I need to make it stop, I just don’t know how.

“You’re going to wish you never defied Luther,” he slurs. “They’re going to make you pay.”

I close my eyes and pray for calm.

“You’ll beg for death.”

I swing around and lean toward him, inching closer, resting my elbows on my knees. “And who, exactly, is going to do all this to me?”

He beams a bright smile, his eyes lazily blinking. “Robert. You know Luther promised you to him. And the things he’s going to do to you…” He laughs and flops onto his back, gyrating his hips to the night sky. “You will probably love it. Just like you loved everything Luther put you through.”

I gasp. My throat constricts.

“You think I enjoyed what Luther did to me?” I can’t keep the shock from my voice.

“You give him exactly what he wants because you love the dick. We all know. Luther does, too. He laughs about how pathetic you are.”

He’s serious. He truly believes I enjoyed the torture.

“That’s why you stayed the longest. Luther loves that you love him.”

“Well, Luther’s dead.” I burst to my feet, about to plant my foot into his ribs. “Robert, Chris, Tadd, Argus, and all the rest, too. And you’re next.”

“Hey.” Luca starts toward me, cutting me off before I reach my target. “What’s going on?”

“It’s not true.” I attempt to walk around him, to get to Otis, only to have the wall of muscle sidestep into my path. “He’s wrong.”

“Wrong about what?”

I shake my head, my cheeks heating. I can’t repeat the conversation. I don’t want anyone to even question what I did. How I survived. But my depraved strategy haunts me. Ididgive Luther what he wanted. I worked hard to make sure I was his favorite.

“Don’t let him get to you.” Luca steps closer, his hands reaching toward my arms.

I bat away his touch. “Don’t let him get to me?” I keep repeating those words in my head, but can’t quit the resentment that follows. Luca is asking for the impossible. Otis is already under my skin, his toxicity speeding through my veins.

“He’s taunting me.” My voice cracks. “He’s practically laughing at me.”

“That’s the drugs. Things will change once we get him back to Torian.”

I’m not appeased. Not in the slightest. Setting Otis on fire, one slow inch at a time, wouldn’t give me enough satisfaction. “What will you do to him?”

“Whatever necessary to get information.”

Information.

Shit.

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