Page 94 of Alessia
“Tesoro, would you please stand behind this man and hold your knife to his throat? Elio, can you hold his hand still please?”
Harper goes to stand behind him and lays the sharp edge of her knife to his throat, I can see her trembling. Elio stands at the side of the chair and holds the man’s hand.
“Tesoro, I believe this is the man who’s responsible for your scars, isn’t that right?”
She hums and nods in agreement.
“Words baby, I would like these assholes to hear you loud and clear.”
“Y-Yes.”
I look at the man before me, his chin raised now that there’s a knife at his throat.
“I don’t give many chances. For the last time; What’s. Your. Name?” I punctuate every word in that sentence.
“Screw you!” He glares at me with fire in his eyes. To bad for him that that fire will soon be snuffed out.
“Elio? You’ve got him?”
“Yes,boss!” A cheeky grin spreads on his face. That man lives and breathes for these kinds of things.
I place the plyer under the nail of the man’s index finger and clamp down. He starts thrashing but he has no room to move or get away from the three of us.
“Last chance…” I singsong,
“Never going to happen!” He gathers his saliva and spits in my face. I knew I should have skipped the formalities and just got down to business with this one.
“Bad move, sir.” With one swift tug I remove his nail from his finger. Screams fill the room and out of my periphery I see Gianni wince in his chair. When the screams stop, I place the plyer on the next fingernail.
“Let’s try this again. Your name is…” I draw out the last word.
“I’d rather die.” He spits.
I apply pressure on the plyers and pull out the nail, blood is leaking from the armrest on the floor. Tears stream from the mans face and drool leaks from his mouth. The knife Harper is holding has apparently nicked his skin because blood is dripping from his neck. With a small nod of my head, I signal her to step away from him. She lowers the knife and walks around him to come and stand next to me.
“You did good, baby. Apparently the man likes being hurt just as much as he likes to hurt women. Could you please tell me what he did to you?”
Harper looks at me with terror in her eyes.
“I don’t know if I can.” She whispers.
I go tostand behind her and snake my arms around her. I lay one just above the waistband of her leggings, the other around her neck and across her chest. My fingers playing just below the fabric of her crop top. I kiss her slender neck and nip at her ear, she shudders beneath my touch.
“Tell me baby, he can’t hurt you anymore.”
She takes a deep breath in, gathering all her strength before she starts.
“I was in the shower when men took me. I just cleaned Anna’s blood off the tiles. They took me to the room where you found me.” She trails off.
“And then.” I urge her on, she needs to get this out. She needs to take her power back. My fingers keep caressing her skin, she leans into me, anchoring herself to me.
“They took off my clothes and threw me on the bed.”
My hand glides down her arm to sooth her.
“They cuffed me at my hands and feet on the bed. They fucked my mouth and came on my face.”
“And did you want them to do that, baby?”
