Page 32 of Torch's Torment

“You’re my grandfather?”

He releases a sigh of disgust. “Unfortunately, yes. Alan O’Brian, Deputy Prime Minister. Your mother couldn’t keep her legs closed. My son could only resist for so long. He is a man and proved he couldn’t keep it in his pants. But when she’d flaunt her pussy in his face, he gave into temptation and here you are. They named you Stormy. Fitting for all the issues you caused and are still causing.”

My blood boils the way he thinks me being here is my biological mother’s fault. “Well grandpa Alan, I have news for you. Bloody Scorpions didn’t hold up their end of the deal. They sent me to a guy who raped me.”

“You’re a liar.” His grip on my jaw tightens, causing the bones to crunch together.

“Am I? How do you think I escaped? J.J. was raping me and the Royal Bastards caught him red handed.”

Fire lights up his eyes and he releases my jaw. I move it trying to work the sting out. Alan moves away from me and he pulls out his phone. He dials a number and speaks when whoever he calls answers. “Get me Razor now.” He pockets his phone before turning back to me. “Let’s find out how true your statement is.”

There’s shouting and shuffling by the door until the man who tormented and tortured me is dropped on the floor. He has blood dripping from his nose and cuts on his face. Razor’s eyes land on my naked body and he sneers. I try to shield myself from his stare but there’s nowhere to hide.

Bones growls low in his throat and shakes the chains above his head. “If you want to keep your eyesight, motherfucker, keep them off her.”

Razor smirks, “Like you can do anything, Prospect.” Razor rises to his feet and heads toward me. The look of want and hatred shines across his face. Before he can reach me and put his nasty hands on my body, Alan steps up behind him and grabs him around the throat, putting Razor to his knees.

“Did one of your men touch her?” Alan’s ferocious voice booms across the room. His grip on Razor’s neck tightens.

“No.”

“No? So, she wasn’t raped and that’s how she escaped?” Alan’s hold on Razor's throat is so tight, his face is turning red.

“He wasn’t anyone who worked for me.” Razor squeaks out.

“Who was he?”

“Drew’s brother J.J. I swear I didn’t know Drew took her to him.” Razor’s eyes never leave my body the entire time, making me want to take a shower. “I would have fucked that virgin pussy but I like money more. I swear it wasn’t any of my men.”

Alan’s grip loosens around Razor’s neck and he lets him go. Razor is coughing and trying to catch his breath. Before anyone can blink, Alan pulls out a gun and shoots Razor in the head, killing him instantly. His body drops to the floor in a heap. Razors' blood and brain matter land all over me and Bones. I try to hold back a scream but it rips past my lips.

“I told you no one was to touch her.” Alan spits on Razors' dead body.

I’m hyperventilating and Bones is trying to soothe me but I have brain splattered all over me. The contents of my stomach work their way up my throat and I turn my head to the side and gag. My ears are ringing from the gunshot. I keep dry heaving until a strong hand grips my head, pulling my hair.

“You’re a mess, Stormy. I can’t be having buyers see that.” Alan unhooks my chains from the bedpost and stands me up. He wraps the chains around my wrists, securing me again. Bones fights and rattles his chains trying to get to me but it’s useless.

Alan pulls me into the bathroom and flings the curtain back, revealing a rusty old shower. “Get cleaned up. No one wants a dirty little girl.” His dark eyes leer at me and a shiver of dread skates over my body.

“How? You have me in chains, grandpa.” I hold my hands out to him to prove my point.

“Figure it out, bitch. I don’t have all day. The longer you take, the more I’ll take my thinning patience out on your new fuck buddy.” He walks from the bathroom, leaving me alone and I hear a loud crack and Bones grunts.

Shit. I hurry into the shower and turn the spray on. I don’t remove my underwear, leaving some modesty. The cold water cascades over my body but it won’t turn hot. Shivering, I use my hands to wash myself the best I can. There’s an old bar of soap resting on a rusty ledge. Sighing in defeat, I use the bar of soap to wash my body, praying I don’t get a bacterial infection. But if Alan can do what he wants to, an infection won’t be the worst thing I will suffer from.

Once I have all of Razor’s brains off my body and I’m as clean as I can be, I turn the water off and look for a towel to dry off with. Alan is in here, watching me. He has smears of blood on his hands. He hands me a ratty old towel that’s seen better days. Alan doesn’t say anything about me still in my underwear which is now wet from my shower.

“Move your ass back to the bed now. I’ve taken the pleasure of having it cleaned for the princess.” The way he says princess with a sneer, sends my heart into panic mode. Did he kill Bones?

I wrap the towel around my chest and carefully step into the room. Bones is still here, but he’s now tied to a chair at the foot of the bed. Blood drips down his nose and onto his cut. His eyes are swollen shut and he isn’t moving but I can see the rise and fall of his chest, so I know he’s still alive.

“Drop the towel and get on the bed. Hands above your head.” Alan commands.

I hesitate and Alan yanks Bones’ head back by his hair and holds a knife up to his neck. That gets me moving. I carefully step over Razor’s body and try not to get his blood on my bare feet. The last thing I want is a Royal Bastard to die because I didn’t comply. I’d never be able to live with myself.

Once Alan has my hands and feet secured to the tattered bed, he runs his palms down my body. It’s disgusting and I want to vomit but I hold it in. I stare right into his eyes and don’t show weakness. He slips his hands away and stalks to the door. “I’ll be back later. Enjoy your time while you can.” Alan slams the door behind him and it rattles against the frame.

“Bones. Bones. Are you OK?” I whisper shout. He doesn’t answer and doesn’t move. “Bones.” I rattle the chains trying to get his attention but nothing. He’s out cold. Fuck. I’m screwed. As the night, at least I think it’s night drags on, exhaustion takes over my body and I can’t stay awake any longer. I don’t know what’s going to happen or how, but I can’t keep my eyes open.

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