Page 91 of Broken Discipline
Think of it as leaving more to the imagination,I jotted down. My heart thudded in my chest; these kinds of responses would only work for so long.My profession requires strict privacy.I dragged my fingertips across his upper arm, trying to call to that primal nature within him, away from who I really was.
“My, what fun,” he whispered, his voice husky. “And locking the door?”
It’ll be better this way. More personal,I wrote.
Upchurch glanced at the paper, then scraped his fingertips across my bare shoulder. I bent down, selected the wooden club, then offered it to him.
“Would you do the honors?” he asked, grinning at me. “Throw the first stone tonight. Let it be your honor.”
My chest tensed. It killed me to hurt Finn like this, but Ihadto. I raised the club, the weight heavy in my hands. It would hurt like hell.
“Hit him good for me,” Upchurch said, putting a hand around my waist. My skin prickled, but I scooted closer to him, trying my best to distract him. “Make him hurt for me.”
I swung down, hitting Finn in the shoulder.
He didn’t move.
“You’ve got to use more force than that!” Upchurch grabbed another bludgeon off of the table, this one ending in a thick metal rod. He admired its shape, then readied his aim. “This is for my cousin.”
Upchurch swung it at Finn’s shoulder with enough force that Finn’s skull swung to the side from the impact, but then Finn shifted back to his position on his knees, his eyes cast on the floor.
“Your turn,” Upchurch said. He stood behind me, sliding the metal bludgeon into my hands. “Try to aim for his head this time. The heart or the shoulder are excellent too. Oh! We can get him to spread his legs so we can crush his balls. That would make him scream!”
I wiggled my ass against Upchurch like I agreed with him, then I swung the bludgeon, smacking Finn in the chest. But again, Finn didn’t move.
Upchurch pulled away from me, his brows furrowed.
“You said you were a sadist,” he said.
I wrote on the card:A sadist, not a ballplayer.
“Ah, but I know you have more power than that,” Upchurch said. He shifted my hands, adjusting my grip on the weapon. “Do it forme.”
I held the gray weapon in my hand, rolling the rubber handle in my palm. I swallowed hard, biting my lip, then aimed the bludgeon at Finn. Blood pooled from his lip, covering his chest in red. I tightened my grip on the handle, then shifted my hips toward Upchurch.
“Who did you say you were again?” Upchurch asked.
I raised the bludgeon.
“I didn’t,” I said, then I swung as hard as I could at Upchurch’s head. The metal bar bounced off of his skull and a ringing noise sliced through the air. He howled, holding his face, and Finn finally looked up. I pulled the gun out of my holster, aiming it at Upchurch, shooting off bullet after bullet, but I kept losing him in that sliver of vision. I pried at the mask’s latch, trying to take it off of my head, but by the time my fingers hit the right notch, a cold metal barrel hit the back of my neck.
“Drop the gun,” Upchurch said.
My weapon clattered to the ground. Everything inside of me wanted to run. To grab Finn’s hand andgo.But we couldn’t do that. If Upchurch was alive, he would come after us.
The knife was still in my holster. If I could get to it before Upchurch did, there was still a chance we could escape.
I set the mask on the table. The cool air hit my clammy skin. Upchurch’s smirk made me shudder. His eyes gleamed.
“I should have known,” he said. “But you’re such a crafty little cunt.”
I blinked, unaffected by his words. Finn locked eyes with me for a brief second, and his eyes shimmered.
That’s right,I thought.I came back for you.
“Is your pussy still stretched out from the twins? From that fisting Manner gave you?” Upchurch asked. “Or can I find some use for it?” He stepped closer, breathing onto my face, the scent faintly sweet, like a stale gumdrop. “Maybe I could fuck you while I beat Finn to death.”
He grabbed my breast, squeezing it through the lacy fabric like balls of dough.
