Page 13 of Brutal Surrender

“Who was Daddy?” I ask.

She doesn’t say anything.

“Maybe he deserves more respect than I’ve given him.”

Still nothing.

I switch tactics. “Except I know the names of each and every body count. Your father can’t have been very significant if he doesn’t even register.”

I can feel her glare through her face covering.

I continue running the oscillator over her clit and down to her perineum. “You and I both know your name isn’t Lazzarelli. Instead of giving me the names of your accomplices, you can just give me yours. I’ll let you come. I’ll stop the waterboarding. I’ll let you have a quick and easy death, instead of one that’s painful and drawn out.”

“All that just for a name?”

“I’d say you’re getting the better end of the deal.”

She doesn’t flinch. “But I already gave you a name. Irene.”

I stiffen.

Sensing my reaction, she repeats, “Irene. My name is Irene.”

The fucking bitch.

Just when I was going to go soft on her, she stabs my wound. On purpose. How does she even know? Could she possibly have a connection to my Irene?

More likely she picked up on my reaction the first time she dropped that name. She’s a perceptive fucking bitch.

Suppressing my rage, I say, “So you want to do it like that. I’ll withdraw my offer then.”

Turning off the oscillator, I pull the wet cloth over her whole face. She starts to tremble.

“Wait,” I tell Cho before he pours water over her.

From the dresser, I retrieve a pair of weights dangling from nipple clamps. She stifles a cry when I clip them to her hardened nubs. I nod to Cho and watch as the weights, hanging down from the sides of her body, sway with every thrash. Her body convulses under the water, causing the weights to pull on her nipples, but there’s nothing she can do. She can’t control her body’s response to the waterboarding, so her nipples get no relief.

I dare her to pull that name shit again.

Chapter 7

Martina

Regret sets in immediately as the deluge of water hits my face. That was so stupid of me. So stupid. Why did I choose to antagonize Vincent? What did I gain from my little show of power over him? The amount of pain I can inflict on him is small compared to what he can do to me.

But with little sleep and plenty of physical and mental torture, I’m not thinking straight. At this point, I just want to die. It would be so much easier than enduring the waterboarding. But my body betrays my desire and continues to fight for each breath.

I don’t know how long the waterboarding actually lasts. I’ve lost all sense of time and place. It feels like forever. And every time I think I might come close to dying of suffocation, I’m allowed to breathe. I live so that I can suffer some more. During the respite between drownings, I get to feel the sharp soreness of my nipples as the weights continue to tug on them. Every jolt and jerk of my body sends the damn things swinging.

Beneath the wet cloth covering my face, I sob for air, desperately trying to restore oxygen to my lungs and hoping to get in some extra before the next flood hits.

Maybe Vincent’ll be satisfied if I give him my real name? Will that be enough to stop the waterboarding? Would it be so bad if I gave up Brady? What are the chances Brady can make it out alive anyway?

No! I can’t do that to Brady. They will torture him for sure. He might even have it worse because he’s a beta, not an omega.

But this waterboarding is so hard to take. I just want it to stop. Brady and I both came into this with a kamikaze mindset—It was more important for us to get revenge for our loved ones—but I can feel my willpower weakening. What if I’m not as strong as I thought?

I should remain hopeful because Brady still has a chance…if I don’t cave.

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