Page 298 of Master of My Life

“You love him too much to kill him.”

She shook her head. “No. I swear.” She moaned as he pinched harder. “Please, Damian. I swear. I

did as you taught me. Nigel obeyed me.”

He released her and stepped back. A thrill ran through his body as she trembled beneath his gaze.

“Do you remember what happened the last time you failed me?”

Her eyes widened. “No,” she whimpered. “Please don’t.”

“Oh, I won’t.”

She sagged with relief.

He flashed a wicked grin then turned and walked, deliberate and slow, to a narrow table that

stood against the wall. He let his fingers slide lazily over the handles of several blades, finally

selecting a long, thin knife before he returned to her. “I’m going to put you on that table over there and

I’m going to shove this knife into your cunt.” He drew the blade across her belly and down just to the

top of her slit. “Then I’m going to cut you open and jerk myself off using your organs and blood as a

lubricant.”

Her eyes widened and she jolted against her cuffs.

“Then I’m going to bring you upright and let everything fall out of your belly.” He pushed the knife

into her abdomen and she gasped. “And light it on fire.”

“No . . .”

He smiled. “Then, when you’re this close to death,” he rested the edge of the blade against her

clit. “I’m going to have Terric heal you and grant you the tiniest bit of Immortalness so you don’t die

from shock.”

She swallowed.

He tilted his head. “Then, I think I’ll have you straddle a fire and cook your cunt over it. And by

that time I’m sure you’ll be hungry, so I’ll feed it to you, one bite at a time.”

Her face turned green.

“Then I’ll cut off your tits and feed them to you too.” He narrowed his eyes in thought. “Then I’ll

use my cat-o’-nine-tails on your face until your eyeballs fly across the room. Then Terric will heal

you.”

She whimpered.

“Next,” he drawled the word out, loving the way her eyes widened as she realized there was

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