Page 13 of Crave Me

“Turn them off,” I gritted out.

“Not until you come.”

“What?” I choked, straining in the binds.

He came around to the side of the bed, his gaze running all over my spread naked body. “I want you to come while watching the video footage that I had so painstakingly put together for you.”

What was his sick game?

He eyed his watch. “I want three orgasms out of you in the next hour. Then I’ll turn it all off. But if I see you attempt to close your eyes and look away, I’ll have Sebastian dragged in here, held down, and used as a fleshlight to make it so.”

A chill rolled down my spine.

Bastian? Bastian was here? He’d been taken too?

I’d been here for hell knew how long but I hadn’t seen him once, hadn’t heard him. I’d thought he was home safe with Caspian and Skylar.

“No,” I growled. “Leave him the fuck alone.”

“I have been.”

“You haven’t touched him?”

“The opposite. He’s been left bound in a dark room, much like that which you first found yourself in. He’s received no water, no food. And he won’t be either. At least, not until you start to cooperate.” His eyes flashed. “He’ll wither away from dehydration and starvation if you continue fighting my efforts.”

“Sick motherfucker,” I seethed.

“That’s right, I am. I’m glad you’re recognizing that. And sick motherfuckers like me? We have no limits. None.” He stroked my cheek, grinning as he told me excitedly, “I’m going to turn you into the very people you hate.” He gestured at the screens. “Those who did this.” That malicious grin of his widened. “Those who abused your sister.”

I thrashed on the bed. “Piece of shit! I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking destroy you!”

“Aww,” he crooned, trailing his hands over my lips. “Don’t worry, that rage will pass. Soon you’ll need me. Once you become that which you hate, your brothers and that cunt bitch who killed my pest of a brother won’t recognize you. Worse, actually. They won’t be able to stomach what you’ve become. The only one who will is me. And that will be King’s punishment for destroying everything I’ve worked for. Taking you from him forever. Simple death is far too quick and easy, wouldn’t you agree?” He shoved his fingers into my mouth, putting the remote down so he could hold my jaw open with the other so I didn’t bite them the fuck off, then he stroked my tongue sensually, sending shudders of revulsion through me. “And another plus for me is that I’ll have a special boy like you as my new plaything.”

He stabbed them down my throat, choking me out.

When I was on the verge of blacking out, he wrenched them free, making me cough violently and spit all over myself.

He slapped my cheek and stepped back, rounding the bed toward the door. “Enjoy yourself. I’ll be watching.”

With that, he walked out, locking the door behind him.

I roared out into the room.

Over and over and fucking over until my throat was raw.

4

~Caspian~

Screams echoed through the concrete halls as I spun the blowtorch in my hand and followed the sounds of Dante’s meticulous work.

It was actually one of his talents and a skill he’d had to cultivate to walk in the down and dirty and extremely ruthless world that being the head of the Mancini Syndicate mandated.

Torture.

It was usually distasteful to me and something I tried to steer away from.

There was a difference between dealing out brutality and punishment in a combat scenario to inflicting extreme suffering upon a bound individual.

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