Page 76 of Eternal

“Stop looking at her, fucker. She’s disgusted by the sight of you,” Soren snarls, standing behind him, a hand on the back of his head, pushing it back down.

“She is just taking everything in. I think she misses the feeling of my fingers on her, my cock buried deep inside her, my tongue running along her dripping cunt—” A blow lands on Tristan’s temple, and Tristan just chuckles. His head lifts a little, and he spits blood out toward me.

“You always loved it when I spit on you, didn’t you, Freya?” Tristan’s voice pierces my ears, and something deep inside me snaps.

Rage, fear, and deeply rooted hatred flow from me. All the years of torment he brought upon me are now being channeled toward Tristan, and I feel enough anger to hurt him. It pleases me to see the blood splattered across the floor and his missing body parts, but suddenly it’s not enough.

“Soren?” I turn my attention back to him as he studies me. Gauging if this is too much or enough.

“Yes, my darling?” His eyes flicker to me, and a glint of fear and excitement is mixed in them.

“My darling? Fucking disgusting. Whore is a better name.” Tristan spits out.

Soren opens his mouth to berate him, but I beat him to it.

“I want his index finger,” I say, looking at Soren, cocking my head to the side slightly.

Soren freezes, completely caught off guard by my change. Then smiles his beautiful, dazzling grin.

“As you wish,” He says, quoting a favorite movie of mine.

He moves across the room, gathering a few things before returning to him.

“Pulled off or cut off?” Soren asks, his perfectly fucked up side shining like a diamond.

“Your choice,” I responded, my hands clasped behind my back, mainly to hide my shaking hands.

I can’t tell what I’m feeling now, but I am going with it. Perhaps it’s better to not feel any emotions than to feelsomethingat this moment.

“Did you hear that? I get to choose if I pull your finger off or cut it off.” He hums for a moment deciding. Tristan’s eyes meet his, daring him. “I think I’ll just take your whole hand.”

Before Tristan can open his mouth to spout out some shit, Soren’s hand comes down with a meat cleaver. And Tristan’s screams ring through the air.

“Oh, bummer. I couldn’t get it all in one go. Guess I’ll just have to try again,” Soren says, sarcastically.

“No--no--no, wait, please--” The knife comes down again, severing it completely.

Tristan’s screams echo, bouncing off the walls of my skull. Soren picks the hand up, flinging it around like a limp noodle. A sinister smile etched on his face.

“Would you look at that? That’s your hand.” He waves Tristan’s severed hand directly in his face.

“Just kill me, you crazy motherfucker. That dumb slut isn’t worth this. She was worthless, to begin with anyway,” Tristan cries out, his head falling back completely.

I stay silent, watching Soren do what he does best.

“No, no, you have it wrong. She is worth more than life itself. The pain and horrors she’s had to endure have made her strong. And there isn’t enough blood I could spill from you to make up for everything you’ve done to her.”

“I didn’t do anything she didn’t want. She begged for everything I gave her. Sometimes she just had to be taught a lesson because she just didn’t fucking listen worth shit,” Tristan chokes out.

I shake my head but don’t allow the nightmares to resurface. Tristan’s eyes connect with mine and fear no longer runs along my spine because I know Soren will protect me with his life if anything happens.

“See, Tristan. This is what I meant. You fucking raped her, didn’t you?”

Tristan’s eyes connect with mine again, but Soren realizes it this time. A blow lands on the side of his face, causing blood to spray out, hitting my face. I close my eyes and grit my teeth. It doesn’t hurt that he’s being punished. It feels good to see him suffering. And I kinda want a turn at it. God, what the fuck is wrong with me?

“I didn’t say you could fucking look at her. I should gouge your eyes out for that.” The tip of Soren’s knife traced Tristan’s eyes. “But that would be too easy, wouldn’t it, Freya?”

My eyes flicker to him, and he has a look in his eyes I can’t identify. A mixture of desire and hatred dances in them.

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