Page 73 of Asphyxia
His body was strapped down entirely, leaving little to no give for his limbs to move. I could see his wrists rolling in the restraints.
As I silently reveled in his current situation, a leather-wrapped handle of something thick and heavy was slipped into my palm.
Glancing down at my hand, I saw a sizable ornate hunting knife, and my eyes widened. I immediately snapped my gaze up to connect with Dean's bright greens.
Using his free hand and holding my gaze, Dean closed my fingers around the hilt of the knife before pressing his forehead against my temple.
He breathed deeply, grazing his nose and lips against my ear, his warm breath caressing my face.
“I love you, darling. Send that motherfucker right where he belongs.” He whispered and pressed a soft kiss to my head before exiting the cell and pulling the door shut behind him, not giving me a chance to respond.
I was frozen, staring at the now-shut door.
My heart hammered against my chest as my pulse started to race. It was almost as if Dean’s words were an adrenaline injection directly to the heart.
The rush, the high.
I was going to fuck up Adrian, kill him, and leave this cell with the two men I had unquestionably fallen in love with.
“How. Fucking. Sweet.” Adrian spat every word as he came to, and I turned to fixate all of my attention on him, red bleeding across my vision as my switch turned off.
I gripped the hunting knife even tighter as I took slow, calculated steps toward Adrian’s bedside.
My eyes darkened as I felt my sense of self fade into nothing, becoming precisely what he groomed me to be—a relentless, unforgiving killer.
“The act is cute, sweetheart, but we both know you don’t have it in you to kill me. I made you what you are.” Adrian chuckled darkly, so sure of himself and his creation.
Hismost prized possession.
I stopped my approach less than a foot away from him, crouching to his level to ensure that he heard every word I had to say. All the words I had been dying to speak for years.
“You’re right, Adrian. You did make one hell of a fucking mess of me.”
Despite the adrenaline rushing through my veins, my tone was calm and collected.
I leaned forward, stacking my forearms parallel on the edge of the cot between his restraints, giving him a good look at the decently sized blade Dean had given me.
“But what you’ve failed to notice—blinded by your arrogant and self-righteous personality—is that I broke free of the chains I so willingly let you put me in shortly after you attempted to take something of mine away from me.”
“Madison… You truly believe they want you for more than what lies between those toned thighs?” Adrian scoffed, rolling his eyes at me as he sucked on his teeth. “All you’ll ever be is some expendable fuck toy to them. They’ll never—”
“Theydolove me.” I snapped, not letting him finish his cold and degrading rant. His words were nothing but poison in my ears. “They love me more than you were ever capable of.”
I could feel my face burning with the pure onset of rage slowly building inside me.
The fucking audacity of Adrian.
“Pretty little things—words. How easy it is to use them for your own personal gain when the one on the receiving end doesn’t know any better.”
“You sick son-of-a-bitch.”
Without thinking, I aggressively stabbed the hunting knife into his thigh, using it as a crutch to push myself up to stand and driving it even deeper into his skin with my weight.
The blade stopped once it reached the bone, unable to bury itself any further.
My breathing turned erratic, and my head started to spin as Adrian’s grunts and growls of pain echoed off the walls of the cell.
“You know fucking nothing!” I snarled, bared teeth and all. “I know what love is and what it feels like. Even after all your fucked up and twisted lies, I still know what it means to love.”
