Page 13 of Under His Heel: A Kidnapping

“Are we—are we gonna be okay?” Johan started crying harder. “I want to go home.”

“I think they’re gonna kill us,” Alex said. The bitch’s voice hadn’t even changed when she’d told him that. Just a matter-of-fact statement, like she really had no qualms about murder. Alex knew he wasn’t the nicest guy himself, but he wouldn’t go around murdering people. Not even annoying kids.

“I don’t wanna die!” Johan wailed.

“Shut up!” Alex hissed. “Don’t draw their attention! The less trouble we are, the longer they’ll keep us alive.”

Though if that life was going to be endless torture, Alex thought he would rather have the quick death.

While he was wishing for shit, he wished it was Tracht holding him captive instead. He was pretty sure that any cuts Tracht made woulda been hot, somehow. Alex couldn’t figure out how Tracht did it either. How stuff that shoulda been terrifying and horrible somehow got Alex hot and bothered, even while he was in pain and crying and hating it.

Alex was pretty sure Tracht wouldn’t have broken his hand. Maybe bent it really hard to the point of unbearable pain, but not actually breaking it. Did the broken hand count as a body mod?

He ignored Johan’s crying and dozed as well as he could, imagining Tracht’s hands on him, Tracht’s voice whispering nasty things into his ear. Afterwards, they’d lay entangled on the bed. Alex really wanted to kiss Tracht now. He hadn’t been allowed to touch Tracht at all that previous day, because of the stupid school fair and the kids.

The door opened.

“Time for another video session!” the bitch said. “Who wants to have fun with torture right now?”

She pulled her tray of tools close to them and picked up a long needle. “That tongue piercing of yours gave me an idea,” she said to Alex. “There are so many fun places to poke a person!”

Needles were probably okay, Alex told himself. Nadia loved needles. She’d explained how the pain was sharp but fast, how you needed a lot of them to really build up the sensations. He’d watched her squirm and cry while Singh and Fontaine stuck her with sharp needles all over, from her tits to her cunt.

He remembered Tracht whispering in his ear, “I should let them slide those needles through the skin of your cock.”

Alex had begged Tracht to do anything but that, and Tracht had been so damned pleased about it that Alex hadn’t even cared how pathetic he’d acted.

He was pretty sure this bitch wasn’t going to pierce his cock. Probably.

The henchman set up the camera while the bitch lifted up Alex’s shirt and lightly poked his nipple with the needle. “I’m kind of disappointed you aren’t already pierced here.”

“Contract says no body mods,” Alex said.

She tapped on his chin. “So what’s that on your tongue?”

“Had it before I got into debt.”

He avoided her eyes and hoped she wouldn’t see through the lie. Not that it mattered, but he didn’t want her to know about what Tracht did to him. It was important that she didn’t know.

“It’s not gonna work,” the guy said. “The angle’s not right.”

“So move the camera.” She sounded exasperated, and her next poke was a bit more forceful. Alex grit his teeth and refused to make a sound.

“Whatever, poking him with a needle’s not gonna do much anyway. Not unless you poke his eye out.”

Fucking hell. Alex blinked quickly and tried to get that image out of his mind. Bad enough she’d threatened to cut his eyes with a scalpel earlier. He didn’t want to lose an eye. He didn’t want a needle anywhere near his eyes.

Johan sniffled loudly.

“Has some merit, but no, that’s way too messy.” The bitch dropped the needle back onto the tray. “But we could take something out. How about… a tooth?”

And she held up pliers.

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The next video came just as Tracht returned to Anna’s mansion.

He could tell something was different immediately. Alex had broken out in a sweat, and his mouth was pressed into a thin line. He was trembling lightly and kept shaking his head.

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