Page 79 of Justyce
“Five, four, three…”
I cut him off, “Someone I don’t really want to know.”
He laughs. “Possibly, but none the less wrong.” I watch anxiously as he pulls a key from his pocket and inserts it into the cell lock. Thankfully he doesn’t turn it. “Who am I?”
“I don’t fucking know!” I screech, even though deep down I think I know who he is, or at least who he’s related to.
He twists the key, the click echoes forebodingly around me. Sweat drips down my nape and I try to push myself discreetly into the cell wall further.
He clucks his tongue, swings the creaky door wide and my stoic façade vacillates. I can see the evil glimmer in his eyes. He wants me to run, wants me to fight him, and something tells me that’s what gets this sicko hot.
The cold rough wall grates across my back while he takes measured steps toward me. My breath ratchets and I know he can see the effect he’s having on me.
We stand toe to toe, stale cigar smoke wafting off him as my chest rises and falls rapidly. His hand darts out, only to lazily twirl my blue strand of hair around his fingers.
“So pretty. Such a shame, really. I’m going to enjoy breaking you, little one… Justyce is going to regret toying with me.”
At the sound of Justyce’s name sounding like dripping venom from his mouth, I find my voice, “Justyce?”
“Yes, Justyce, my son,” he croons, and the earth moves from underneath me.
“Draconis… Draconis Travino…” I whisper, my lips suddenly dry.
“Ding, ding, ding.” Then his hand moves from twirling my hair, gliding down the valley of my breasts, bunching up my shirt he tears it in half.
I gasp. Shivers rack my body and hot tears threaten to escape my eyes. What the fuck has Justyce done to his father for me to be a blimp on his screen?
Draconis pinches my nipple, hard, and I cry out in pain. My mind is screaming for me to fight, to do anything, but I’m rooted in place.
“You have nice tits. I can’t wait to fuck them.”
Fear and repulsion collide inside of me. No, no, no! This cannot be happening. I kick out and he rears back, slapping me then pulls out a gun.
“Try that again and see what happens.”
My eyes pop wide at the sight of the black gun and I push further into the rough wall, if that is even possible.
“Good girl. Now where was I? Oh that’s right.”
His head dips low, licking up my clavicle and it feels wrong. Pulling back, Draconis looks at me, a sadistic grin on his face.
“I’m looking forward to ripping you asunder, leaving itty bitty fragments for Justyce to piece back together.”
My breathing inflates and deflates like a helpless blow up doll because I can’t fucking breathe. What the hell have I got myself into?
Draconis snickers, his menacing eyes devouring me from head to toe, and I’d be naïve to believe I’m getting out of this unscathed.
The heavy stench of cigar lingers around him. But there is another smell, one I can’t identify, a scent that screams run. That’s when I notice a drop of crimson on his white shirt.
I feel sick. The acrid taste of bile threatens to be successful this time at erupting from my mouth, but I manage to keep it down, along with the trepidation that’s deep seated. There is no doubt in my mind that Draconis is going to fuck me up and wring me out to dry, leaving nothing but a boneless empty carcass.
I didn’t think it would ever be possible but I wish Justyce was here, wish he could save me from this nightmare that is his father. Although, as desirable as that feeling is, Justyce has no idea where I am. I don’t want to admit defeat, but I feel the dreadful and formidable emotion is ready to bring me under like a tidal wave.
As if reading my mind, Draconis coos, “He doesn’t know you’re here, Kenzi, and when he does, it’ll be too late.”
His hand trails down my exposed flesh, inching closer to my navel and I can’t suppress the shudder of repulsion.
“You’ll grow to love my touch… or you’ll wish you were never born.” He slaps me hard across the face. Starburst forms behind my eyes and I cry out.
