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My mind spun, and it wasn’t until I felt the cold press of the knife against my stomach that my body went completely rigid.
“Tristan,” I whimpered.
“Shhh,” he soothed, kissing up my chest again.
He was toying with me. This was another one of his many mind games. Except … I’d been the one to initiate it this time. The sharp pierce of his knife had me biting back a hiss, fear punching through my chest. Warmth followed the prick of pain moments later and before I knew it, he was kneeling, licking the trail of blood he’d left behind.
The next prick of pain came from my other side, and he followed that up with his tongue, too.
The steam was so potent in the bathroom from the running water, it became harder and harder to breathe through the thick mist. He was cutting me, but he wasn’t hurting me. And that only served to confuse me further.
He sliced the inside of my thigh next, his mouth kissing a path down my body until he reached his destination. He sucked with more fervor this time, kissing upwards until he reached my pussy. My body trembled, nervous energy prickling through me. But he merely left a kiss there and moved on.
By the time he was done, I was left with an assortment ofsurface-level cuts and feeling more sexually frustrated than I think I ever had before.
He smashed his mouth against mine, pressing his body into me and shoving me back against the wall. His fingers tangled through my hair, his tongue coaxing my lips apart. After I permitted him entry, he broke away as soon as he’d begun, taking a step back. His eyes blazed with lust, hunger sparking in their depths.
“The water’s going to get cold,” he pointed out, taking another step back.
“W-what?” I breathed out, momentarily dazed.
That was when I remembered. The tub practically overflowing with water. Muttering a curse, I rushed toward it and pulled the drain, allowing the water to seep through the holes.
When I turned to face Tristan again, he was gone, leaving me more confused than ever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
DOMINIC
I worriedmy lower lip between my teeth, eyeing the name-sheet with contemplation. There wasn’t a lot of time left before Clay chose a winner to pick a girl to spend the weekend with them in their room. I couldn’t let anyone choose Hazel, and unfortunately, she seemed to be everyone’s top choice. Whatever I did, it had to be huge, and it would probably make Hazel hate me.
Clay wasn’t that impressed by pointless murder when it came to girls he viewed as money-makers. So that was off the table. My uncle was twisted, and he appreciated creativity.
The only girl I could think of who wouldn’t be missed by him was Stacy, but she’d become friends with Hazel during the short amount of time they’d been here. Stacy was a perfect option because she was still covered in bruises and was practically already broken. The girl had no personality, and no one wanted to fuck a human sex-doll—at least in my uncle’s eyes. Clay wouldn’t send her out to do work while she was still healing, and she’d been healing for weeks now.
The girls were beginning to trickle in silently, not wanting to draw unwanted attention to themselves. Before I could finish goingover the list of names, Tristan snatched the clipboard from my hands, shooting me an arrogant smirk.
I didn’t remember him getting on my nerves this badly before. He was like a little weasel, popping up whenever you least wanted him to. He was also constantly stirring up trouble.
Tristan dropped into the seat beside me, leaving the others to find their own spots. His gaze swept over the name-sheet and then he quickly flipped through it before placing it on his lap. The name sheets were a list of girls in our training classes. We were able to flip through and see what the previous class had taught, who was chosen to do what, and what girl—if any—were punished. It made things much smoother and maintained structure. At the back of the pile of names, there was an additional paper. This was where our scores were displayed, and each transgression had to be signed off by Clay to eliminate liars.
Tristan tsked from beside me, drawing my attention. His focus was on the girls seated around us, and I knew what he was thinking without him having to say a word.
Time was of the essence.
Much to my dismay, Tristan had beenrewardedfor what he did to Emerson. Clay appreciated the fact that he set an example. Emerson blatantly went against the rules and Tristan made sure it didn’t happen again. The other girls wouldn’t be so quick to follow in her footsteps. Vincent was rewarded for the part he played in it, but ultimately, Tristan received the most points for creativity, setting an example, and finding the solution.
My gaze drifted over to Hazel’s table, shifting to Stacy who sat beside her. The markings on her body were healing well, but it would still take a few weeks. I couldn’t punish her out of pure desire. I needed to provoke a reaction. Clay wouldn’t reward impulsiveness.
Luckily for me, I already had an idea.
Standing up, I ignored the quizzical looks from the guys aroundme and strode toward my girl’s table. Hazel tensed immediately, but she wasn’t the one I was coming for. Once I reached my destination, I situated my body between Hazel and Stacy, gripping the table ledge.
Lauren’s wide eyes flickered from me to the two girls on either side of me before she bowed her head in submission, not wanting to face any of my wrath. It had been awhile since I showed them what I was capable of, but they knew I was always a breath away from snapping.
Leaning in, my warm breath trickled over Stacy’s ear. A swarm of guilt penetrated my defenses, but I blocked it out, shoving it to the back of my mind. “Your mom and dad made a public statement to the media recently,” I began. Stacy’s back snapped straight at the mention of her parents, just like I knew it would. “They miss you. They claim you never would have run off on your own, but they don’t truly know you, do they?” I taunted.
Hazel’s lips parted in surprise, her eyes flashing with an emotion I couldn’t place. If she thought I was being cruel now, she hadn’t seen anything yet.
