Page 27 of Obsession

“Stop this! You’ve gone too far!” Ren screamed.

The outburst earned a pair of pliers pulling out each individual nail from her smallest toes and smallest fingers, one at a time.

“I decide how far your limits are,” Bastian sneered.

When he removed the speculums from her eyes and left, she felt a small sense of relief. As time passed and the anesthetic wore off she started feeling her nerves catch fire.

Ren screamed as she felt everything all at once. But the worst of it was when the cuts he had made and nails he had pulled began to heal.

They itched with an intensity she couldn’t ignore. Her restraints were left long enough that she could move, but not get up from the torture table as she referred to it now. She attempted to scratch her now healing wounds and tore the skin with the ends of each needle that remained tucked below her fingernails, sending a shockwave of pain shooting up her arm as they cut through the nerves in her fingers.

“Get me out of here!” Ren cried to no one. She knew no one would come to save her.

Grayson left helpless, bound in his silver chains on the other side of the room. Watching in horror that his brother would do this to his lover.

He said nothing either. Just closed his eyes and hung his head.

Ren continued to bleed from her wounds, and the pain was so intense that the combination of the two made her pass out.

When Bastian returned to the room he found her drooling in a heap on the table, her body convulsing in a state of shock.

The once cordial, albeit tense, relations between her and Bastian became more strained. The scent of suspicion and blood lingered in the air.

Bastian, watched her with newfound wariness. Surprisingly despite his and the other brother’s origins as traitors of men, he was not particularly fond of any sense of betrayal. He made sure she suffered for her insolence and even after the punishment, treated her with an unrelentingly undignified sense of mistrust.

He would allow the other brothers to carry on with her in their ways, but though they allowed her to live as a proper guest there was always a question as to her loyalty.

She wanted to make Bastian suffer.

Her only pursuit in this hell he had trapped her in was to show him that his cruelty was no longer a reward for her lust for him.

Twenty-Seven

While Bastian and Grayson were angry and more cautious of Ren. Callum showed signs of sympathy for her plight.

“I need you tonight, Ren.” Callum purred into her ear when he hugged her from behind.

He tried several times to coax her into his bed and love her more gently than Grayson or Bastian would.

“I was thinking of maybe just having a relaxing bath.” She hugged him back in that awkward backwards hug way.

Ren was still hesitant after he had done nothing to stop what happened to her after her failed escape. Prior to that, he had done nothing when Bastian threw her to him and Grayson to feed on like some piece of meat.

Her trust of any of the brothers was pretty close to as low as theirs was of her. But she could see the differences between the brothers becoming more apparent, the fractures in their unity under Bastian’s leadership, beginning to surface.

“Aw, don’t be that way. I want you in my bed. I want to please you, to pleasure you.” He peppered kisses to the side of her neck and behind her ear.

“I will join you after my bath, would that be alright Cal?”

“Of course. I look forward to it.” He left her with a slap to her ass.

Conversations between the men were filled with veiled threats, towards each other, as well as her. There were accusations being thrown around. Their once harmonious dynamic was replaced by rising tension.

Though, it wasn’t her intention to drive a wedge between them, it seemed that there was a certain level of jealousy that prevented them from continuing the way they had prior to her being invited to be bonded to them.

Her blood bond meant that she could occasionally feel them within her. She could feel certain emotions and thoughts from time to time. It was hard to discern who was feeling what, so it didn’t really help her. Moreso, it just seemed to overwhelm her already shattered emotional state.

Callum, in a surprising turn of events, hinted at his support for Ren and her attempt at escape. His touch, unlike his brothers', was warm and comforting. She clung to it like a beacon of hope in her otherwise bleak existence.

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