Page 49 of Pure Vengeance

“Oh, my gosh. That sounds like so much fun.” Natasha perched on the edge of a chair and lifted her glass to her lips. After taking a sip, she turned to me. “Do you mind if I go, Lachlan?”

“Not at all, but you should eat first. Saoirse’s shopping expeditions resemble a military invasion.”

“Gosh, I got so excited, I forgot my own breakfast!”

She returned quickly with another plate, but before she could sit, I asked, “Could I get more of that amazing sausage?”

“Sure thing! I’ll be quick.”

When her back was turned, Saoirse scowled and broke a second capsule over Natasha’s food. In a soft poisonous whisper, she said, “This is so wrong.”

“Get over yourself and remember our brother.”

“Fuck you.”

Smiling happily, Natasha laid a plate full of sausage on the table, then sat next to me. “Please, enjoy. I love cooking, and I’m so glad you like it.”

Her eyelids drooped before she finished her meal, and she sagged in her seat. I caught her before she faceplanted into the remains of her breakfast, then tossed her over my shoulder.

“It’s time. Let’s go.”

CHAPTER FIVE

Natasha

My head ached and I struggled to open my eyes. Brilliant light sent agony through my skull, and I squeezed them shut.

“Should we dose her again?” a male voice asked. “She’s waking up.”

“We can’t,” another man said. “She’s supposed to feel everything.”

Someone touched me between my thighs, and I gasped when I couldn’t close my legs. Cold restraints kept my ankles stretched apart, and my wrists were immobile too. My vision hazed and wobbled as I tried to figure out who was holding me.

There were two men and a woman, all dressed in dark blue scrubs. I had no idea who they were.

“Wha—What’s happening?” My throat felt thick, and I slurred my words. “Who?—”

“Shh.” A woman said. “Relax, and this will all be over before you know it. Just be glad we managed to get the laser hair removal done before you woke up.”

“You’ll feel a pinch, sweetheart,” the second man said.

Without warning, a sharp stab of pain pierced my most private spot and I cried out. Before I could try to struggle free, the first man laid a hand on my breast. “Nipples next.”

“I’ll get her tongue and septum when you’re done,” the woman replied.

“Vertical and horizontal. He wants four on her tongue,” the second male added.

“Christ. Sick bastard.”

“We don’t judge,” the woman said. “We do what we’re paid for.”

Oh, god. Had my father come back? Lachlan wouldn’t hurt me like this, and I couldn’t think of any other explanation.

I felt a sharp tug on my right nipple, then a terrible stab of pain. Scant seconds later, my left breast suffered the same fate. I wanted to look down and see what they’d done to me, but my head felt too heavy to lift.

“No, please—” Before I could finish speaking, something hard pinched my tongue and pulled it from my mouth.

I screamed as a flood of agony erupted. Choking, I cried weakly, feeling hot tears on my cheeks as someone pushed gauze into my mouth to soak up most of the blood.

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