Page 113 of Spit

My eyes flicked to the cauterized wounds on his flank and the missing scales. I had a feeling that Dr. Wise was holding the weapon that had caused the damage.

I wasn’t in a fit state to move, let alone fight. Whatever had been in the injection, and the air had worked its way into my blood, turning it thick and slushy. My head pounded, and I couldn’t get enough oxygen. I could only imagine what Mars and Quinn felt like—they were pureblooded demons and more susceptible to the silver than I was.

“Ms. Boudaire.” Dr. Wise approached with a snicker. “Camio told me that you don’t seem to be cooperating.”

“What…do…you…mean?” I wheezed.

Dr. Wise rolled his wrist, drawing attention to the cattle prod. With great effort, Mars shuffled forward, putting himself between the doctor and me. The demon let out a growl that raised every hair of my body and made the fear receptors in my mind scream, ‘run, run, you stupid bitch’—Dr. Wise didn’t react. “You were meant to take out the demon. Failing that, he was meant to kill you in self-defense. Camio wants to send a body part to Legion to tell him to hurry up.”

“Maybe…send him a text, and tell him…where you are…fuck face?” I gasped for breath.

Dr. Wise lit up the prod again. Mars’s muscles bunched as he prepared to leap. If I had blinked, I would have missed it. My personal space heater and demonic guard raced for the doctor. He got a bite in and then another, drawing blood before Dr. Wise managed to ram the prod at one of the exposed scars on Mars’s flank—bypassing his armor.

The sound Mars made would haunt my dreams for years to come if I lived that long. Like a dog being hurt—a high and pained whine.

I sat up, though every muscle screamed at me to stop. “Don’t…kill him.” I snarled.

Dr. Wise stepped around the demon’s body as he slumped to the ground, limp. “Should I take one ofhisbody parts?” He asked delicately, his lips ticking with a grin that betrayed how much he was enjoying this. “He’ll likely regrow whatever appendage I take, though with the silver on the air, I’m not actually sure. If you’re feeling generous, you could take his place.”

I snorted a derisive laugh. “What? I should sacrifice a toe, so you have something to sellotape to a postcard for whatever game you’re playing.”

Dr. Wise allowed the cattle prod to swing by his side, still attached by the strap around his wrist. “Maybe we could come to another arrangement.”

“Like what, you sick fuck?” I quirked a brow, taking too long to speak as I spluttered and wheezed. I unconsciously crossed my legs and sat on the floor against the wall. “I give you a blow job, and you promise not to hurt me? Like hell.”

“Why don’t we start with a little kiss?” He puckered his lips, mocking me. “I want you to smile. I want you to want me. Then I’ll have your cunt. If you fight, I’ll just take the scalpel I have in my pocket, and the part of your body that I send to Legion won’t be a hand if you catch my drift.”

“Pig.” I snarled, my body freezing in fear as memories I had shut out years ago started to crawl under my skin.

“Tick tock.” Dr. Wise wiggled his finger.

“A kiss,” I said through gritted teeth as a plan blossomed in my mind.

“You’ve got to mean it, Sweetcheeks.”

“Ugh. It's hard to mean a kiss when you use words likeSweetcheeks.” I stuck out my tongue.

Dr. Wise made a show of raising the cattle prod. He pressed it against my exposed ankle, and my world turned white for a moment. My back arched and I flailed like a fish out of water.

When I came to, Dr. Wise had removed his coat. He had lifted me into a seated position again.

I licked my lips to determine if I had bitten my tongue.

“Going to play nice?” He snickered.

I knew what his game was. He didn’t want me. He probably wasn’t even attracted to me. Dr. Wise got a hard-on for control. That was his game. He wanted me on my back. He wanted to be my master. He wanted me to be broken.

Little did he know.

He kept his watery eyes open as he gripped the collar of my scrubs and leaned in, pressing his lips against mine. The first kiss was a peck, and I licked my lips again. I said nothing and waited for him to put the final nail in his coffin.

The doctor pressed his lips against mine again, forcing his tongue into my mouth and swiping it against mine. I closed my eyes tight and prayed—I prayed the Legion being immune was a fluke. For once, I hoped for the curse to work.

His grip on my clothes tightened as he pulled his head back and made an animistic moan. “You taste amazing.” Dr. Wise groaned. “Fuck.”

He went in for another kiss. I let him, allowing the saliva to pool as he licked my mouth like a puppy. His eyes glazed, and I lifted my hands and placed them on his chest.

“Dr. Wise?” I said innocently.

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