Page 37 of Villains and Vengeance
I glance up at his hard expression. I don’t give a shit if I leak blood all over this place to be honest, but I don’t intend on being with them long. When I do get out of here, the stench of blood all over me while I’m trying to slip through Supe Central will not be conducive to a successful escape. I’ll never get back to Siggy.
Realization dawns in his eyes quickly. ‘Fucking perfect.’
‘There’s some feminine products in my bag,’ I say, not looking him in the eye. ‘They’re meant to dull the … uh … aroma.’
He looks suspicious and I roll my eyes.
‘It’s not a trick, Iron. I don’t want the demon king’s guys knowing where I am any more than you do.’
‘Fine.’
He leaves the room and comes back a second later with my backpack. He rummages around in it and throws me a couple of the small packets that perpetually float around in the bottom of most women’s bags.
He leaves again and I hear him talking to Maddox in a low voice outside the room. I can’t hear them even though the door is open.
I quickly fix myself before anyone else comes in. The minutes start to tick by and I wonder what they’re going to do to me, but no one comes. Why are they waiting? Have they decided to tell Dante where I am?
My stomach is rolling and aching. It might be fear or it might be period cramps. Who can say?
They make me wait for a long time. I think it’s probably about five in the morning when I stand up and walk around the small room to stretch my legs. I stare up at the holes in the ceiling wistfully. They aren’t that high. I know I could get up there if I could balance some chairs or something on top of each other, but there’s just the low bed in this sparse, little cell.
I hear someone come into the room and turn to find Daemon.
‘I’ve got you all to myself,’ he says.
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Daemon
I seeher throat working though there’s not much fear on her face. I grin. If I were to put my hand over her heart, I guarantee it’d be practically buzzing like she’s a frightened little mouse.
I pull the length of rope out of my pocket and she tenses.
‘Turn around.’
She backs away instead and I stalk her across the room.
‘You’re just making this harder on yourself, Victoria. We’ll get our answers. Tell us what we want to know now. Don’t make us torture you, baby.’
There’s nowhere for her to go and when she tries to dart around me I grab her, slamming her back into the wall. I don’t do it too hard, just enough to knock the wind out of her and then I hold her there by the throat. She struggles to catch her breath, her eyes on mine.
She looks a little more scared of me now and I revel in it.
‘Last chance,’ I say. ‘How’d you get here?’
She shakes her head and I tut at her. ‘Don’t say I didn’t warn you.’
I spin her around and hold her in place with my body against the wall while I force her hands behind her back and tie her wrists together, trying not to think about how nicely her body fits into mine as I begin the process I agreed on with Maddox.
We’re limited on what we can do. It’s not like we have anyspecialized instrumentsto cause pain and we also can’t make her bleed because the scent might draw attention despite Iron’s conjure around the area.
Usually Iron deals with the torture side of things as needed, but the demon king has called for him, probably to talk about his upcoming fight, so I’m the next best thing.
She struggles against me but doesn’t make a sound. We haven’t even started yet though. With a smile, I force her elbows together until she squeals between clenched teeth to give her just a little taste of what’s to come if she doesn’t cooperate.
I drag her into the next room where everything’s set up. Maddox is waiting, seated at the table to watch the show, or maybe to make sure I don’t go too far. I’m actually not sure.
Something’s up with him. I’ve noticed it since we found out she was here. He’s usually so charming with the ladies, so English upper crust. But not with Victoria. At least not anymore. He’s not even bothering to try to hide his hatred of this woman, and hatred it is. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so worked up over an enemy.
