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I swallow hard, my throat tightening with emotion. I've never seen Matias so open.

“I felt like I was dying every second you were away from me,” he continues. “I can't bear to live without you, Kali. You're everything to me.”

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes, and I blink them back, overwhelmed by his feelings. I've always known that Matias was possessive, that he saw me as his. But this is something else entirely.

“Suarez, the man responsible for your torture...” Matias's voice turns cold, his eyes hardening with a fury that sends a shiver down my spine. “He’ll feel a thousand times more pain than he put you through. I’ll make sure of it.”

I know that Matias is capable of great violence, that he's a dangerous man. But in this moment, all I feel is safe and protected, knowing that he would go to such lengths for me.

“Matias,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “I don't know what to say.”

He leans in, his forehead pressing against mine. “You don't have to say anything,” he murmurs. “Just know I’ll always protect you, little rabbit, no matter what.”

I’ve got no doubt that he means every word. This isn't just idle talk; it's a vow and a declaration of war against anyone who dares to harm what's his.

At that moment, I know with absolute certainty that I belong to Matias, body and soul. He may be a monster, a creature of darkness and violence, but he's my monster, and I want to spend the rest of my life by his side.

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MATIAS

Suarez has it coming. After what he did to my girl, he deserves every ounce of pain I'm about to deliver. I've got him tied up, hanging from the ceiling like the piece of meat he is.

He’s already endured a few torture sessions at my hand, but this shall be the last.

His eyes are wide, full of fear, as he takes in the array of sharp instruments before me. I smile, baring my teeth like a predator.

“Please, Matias, don't do this. I beg you.”

I say nothing, simply reaching for a knife and testing its sharpness against my thumb. Slowly, I slice into his fingertips one by one. His screams fill the room and echo off the concrete walls. I savor the sound, letting the vibrations wash over me.

The blood begins to flow, dripping onto the floor below. I watch with satisfaction as he tries to twist and turn, futilely attempting to escape his bindings. I own him now. His pain is my pleasure.

Next, I move to his hands, making precise cuts between each knuckle. He thrashes wildly, the tendons snapping like guitar strings. The blood flows faster, coating the knife in a beautiful sheen of red. I lean in close, whispering in his ear. “You touched what's mine. Now, you get to pay the price.”

I pause, taking in the sight of his mutilated hands. Then, I reach for a pair of pliers and grab one of his fingers, applying pressure until I hear the satisfying crack of breaking bone. Suarez's screams pierce the air, but I'm far from finished.

Suarez hangs before me, his body limp, his screams reduced to pained whimpers. I reach for a pair of scissors.

“Please, I beg you, no more,” Suarez pleads, his voice hoarse and strained. I smile, baring my teeth. “You know, I don't like it when men beg. It's so undignified.”

I place the sharp edge of the scissors against the soft flesh of his earlobe and apply a slight pressure. “If I hear you beg one more time, your tongue will join your ear on the floor.” I watch as he bites his lip, his eyes squeezed shut, trying to hold back his pleas.

With a swift snip, I sever his ear, the blood spattering across the floor. His resolve breaks, and he cries desperately, begging for mercy.

“I gave you a chance, but you just couldn't resist, could you?" I taunt him, reaching for a scalpel. “Now, see how well you can beg without a tongue.”

I force his mouth open and place the scalpel at the base of his tongue. Suarez's eyes widen in horror as he realizes what I'm about to do. He tries to form words, but all that escapes his mouth is a wet gurgle as I slice through the flesh and muscle.

When I'm done, I hold up the bloody tongue and dangle it in front of his face. “Look what you made me do. Such a shame. I did want to keep your ability to speak, but you just had to ruin it, didn't you?"

Suarez's eyes are wild with panic as he tries to speak, but only incoherent sounds escape. I chuckle as I continue my work, cutting his other ear off.

Suarez's eyelids flutter, his panic-stricken gaze locking with mine.

I smile, the sight of his bloodied, mutilated body satisfying my dark blood lust. With a swift movement, I slice open his shirt, exposing his chest. I trace the tip of the knife down his sternum, letting the blade bite into his flesh.

“Would you do anything for me to stop this?” I ask, playing with him.

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