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“There’s a path that leads down the back where Justyce’s old treehouse is. His dad never knew about it so he won’t be expecting anyone coming from that direction. Also there’s no surveillance that far back,” Acheron chimes in.
“Right. I’m assuming you four brought your own weapons?” Rodriguez questions.
We all nod and his face tips up to the ceiling. “Remember, leave the women alone. If we come across this Georgie fuck, have your fun with him but leave him alive. We are there to rescue Justyce’s girl and fuck up who we have to in the process.” He pauses, scratching his stubble as his eyes analyzes me. “What do you plan to do with your father when we find him? Are we to kill him?”
I smile a toothy smile and it’s the first genuine one I’ve let slip since this fucked up ordeal started. It’s malevolent, promising every screwed up thing imaginable.
“Apprehend him but leave him alive. I have a far worse sentence than death for my father.”
Chapter Twenty-Six – Kenzi
Agony. That one word speaks volumes. Every inch of my mind and body screams in protest. The stench of urine is ubiquitous and silently I wonder how long I was passed out, how long I’ve been drowning in my own filth.
Malice shrouds me like a second skin and I know Draconis is nearby, I can feel the iniquity circling like a shark does its prey. He’s somewhere close, readying to pounce and take his kill − me.
“Stop pretending, cunt. Your breathing has changed so I’m well aware you’re awake. It’s time for a little game, Kenzi.”
Horripilation splinters across my body at the sound of Draconis’s cold tone. Gone is the deceptive sweet candor from before. It’s now been replaced with hostility and promise. Promise of dismembering me into small fragments of the girl I was once, the girl who’s desperately trying to cling on to herself, her being.
Tribulation, hate and trepidation should be the only emotions I feel, except, now there’s a sliver of acceptance and hope. Those feelings flash like a neon light at the front of a brothel. Ready and roaring. Am I really going to lay down and take his blows? Am I actually going to accept this is my fate?
Scenarios flitter through my chaotic mind but I come up empty, exactly how I’m feeling right now. Justyce never came for me and it solidifies my messy thoughts. I was merely a convenient fuck for him while I traded my body to pay a debt that wasn’t my own.
Affliction slices across that beating organ in my chest, cleaving and eradicating each tiny capillary one by one. Stupid and impressionable is what I am, and how I convinced myself Justyce would view me as anything other than his little debt consumes my thoughts.So fucking stupid, Kenz.
“Your eyes are darting underneath your lids and your breathing is coming in rapid pulls. Tell me, Kenzi, what’s going on in that head of yours?”
I refuse to give Draconis any inkling he’s wedged his evil self under my dermis. He’s like a superficial wound, itchy on top when it begins to heal and throbby upon the first blow. It’s still raw and open and I don’t want to entertain his sick mind any more than I already have.
Something tells me when I’m dead and gone I won’t even be able to rid the trauma and stench of Draconis Travino.
Pain ratchets over my entire body and I feel myself being lifted and then thrown against something cold.
“I asked you a fucking question!” Draconis booms and I flinch.
Black and white spots oscillate behind my lids while the nausea climbs up my throat. Attempting to swallow the bile down, I’m unsuccessful when I empty out the contents of my stomach all over myself and probably Draconis.
Pain erupts across my face, causing me to keen out in agony, but still I keep my eyes closed. Perhaps if I don’t see what’s happening then I’ll wake up and it’ll all be a dream. A very bad fucking dream.
However, I’m not that lucky, never have been. Draconis’s cigar and whiskey stink blankets me as he breathes heavily over me and I’m worried I’m going to puke everywhere again.
My arms are yanked up above my head and I wince from the pain. I’m sore and fucking tired. All I want to do is sleep and never wake up.
My thoughts float to graphite eyes and a panty dropping grin − Justyce. Even now as I’m about to meet my maker, all I see in my mind is him. It pisses me off and pacifies me in the same instant.
I’m heavy, so fucking heavy, and I’m not sure whether I like the feeling or not.
“Wake up!”
Jolting upright, I wake with a confused start.Where the fuck am I?Attempting to open my eyes, I realize they’re swollen and I have no recollection how it happened.
Slowly my lids peel open and I’m met with ice like eyes and darkness pooling around us. The darkness seems more pliable and acceptable, maybe I can mold it to my liking so I don’t have to feel this pain any longer.
“You’re not getting out of it that easy, slut.” The voice bellows and it sounds familiar, the puzzle pieces start to take shape once more.
Through my hazy mind, it all comes back to me. Draconis, the dungeon, me biting his cock and the beating. But the most prominent memory that feasts on me is the fact that Justyce didn’t come for me. It’s a malady festering and eating at my flesh and I need it to stop.
Forcing my eyes wider, I hiss at the pain and take in my surroundings. I’m still in the dungeon and I almost sigh in relief. However my brain and muscles scream, forcing me to take a closer look where I’ve landed myself and I want to close them again. To not open them until this misery is over.
