Page 16 of Repossess My Heart

It was all edge.

That’s why it needs to be him, only him.

“Drone, what is his name? His real name?”

It doesn’t respond to me, but I didn’t think it would. My neck throbs painfully as I force it up off the table, staring down at the message he left for me. You’d think it would’ve been excruciating, being cut with a blade that sharp. I’d… fantasized about it off and on what it would feel like when one of them finally caught me. The longer I stare, the more that feeling builds, the anger and resentment. My skin breaks out in goosebumps as the drone sprays my stomach with some kind of sanitizing agent. For a moment, the large number nine is hidden under fizzling bubbles and the pinkish tinge of blood. The circle at the top of the number encompassing my belly button, the stem stopping just before the line to my sex. The drone floats away, returning quickly with a rag as its extendable metal arms rub at the burning, angry flesh. When the next astringent is sprayed, a numbness quickly follows it, taking away the burn the cuts left and finally that anger erupts, becoming a being of its own. Settling inside me in the quiet way it does.

Waiting for the trigger, the right trigger.

“Remain seated until your wounds are properly-“

“Fuck off.” I spit as I peel myself from the table, stalking over to a sink in the corner of the narrow room. Water and a cleaning chemical slosh into the floor as I scrub myself. My shoulders and legs throbbing in tune with the whooshing in my head. My focus is between my legs, washing him out of me all the while prodding the sore places he left. Knowing damn well if he walked back in here now offering the same degree of sensation, the same… edge I’d let him. Fuck, I’d let him violate me all over again.

Hours pass before the door opens again, bringing with it that cool burst of air andhim. Clad in his full regalia again, the only difference being the lightning bolt crack across the visor of his surgical helmet. His eyes scan the room where I’ve admittedly snooped quite a bit, attempted to break out of once or twice, and thoroughly trashed. These four walls couldn’t be more different from the ones I grew up in, but after hour one of realizing he wasn’t in any rush to release me… they felt just the same. His drone hovers beside me the way it has the entire time, floating silently. Working behind me as I went, fixing what I’d thrown or toppled over. My hands itch to cover myself, to hide away from him. From the intense look in his frigid eyes as they roam over me, flipping behind me to assess the damage I’d done.

Which looked far more severe fifteen minutes ago before the stupid drone fixed most everything.

“Well, are you going to get this over with or not?” I spit, crossing my arms over my chest, leaving my sex bare for him to see. Not even attempting to give myself the illusion of modesty. His eyes flick down to it before his hand tightens on a ring of keys.

Actual keys. I’ve never seen a key before, not in real life anyway.

He doesn’t answer, back to playing the strong, scary, silent card as he stalks towards a row of lockers, jamming the key in hard enough to break it. The aged deep green painted metal creaks, a fleck of paint drifting down to the polished floor before he removes a large sheet, wadding it up in a ball and launching it at my head.

Reflexes that aren’t entirely my own catch it millimeters from my face, the sharp smell of a strong sanitizer wafting over me, “Use your words.” I snap half temped to throw it back at him.

“Cover yourself. We need to move, fast.”

He’s moving me.

“No, I want you-“

“Take a breath broken record. I’m going to kill you. Eventually.”

That anger from earlier bubbles up in my chest again, making it harder to breathe. Impossible nearly to follow his commands as I slam the sheet down at my feet. “What are you not understanding? I need to die now. Come on! Isn’t there a time limit on this foreplay shit? You fucked me, kidnapped me, you tormented me, now just do it, Nine!” My voice sounds funny to me. I feel… holy fuck, Ifeel…

My breath lodges in my throat as he bolts forward, jumping the wide surgical table like it was nothing. In less than a blink, those harsh gloves are on my aching throat again. I stumble over my feet, a growl echoing in his mask as he forces me backwards. His free hand grips the table behind me seconds before my badly bruised back would’ve connected painfully with it. Sparing me the worst of the blow. His touch is different, softer, and it sends frazzling electrical waves over my skin.

“Now isn’t the time for you to run your mouth sweetling. You want to be difficult fine. Fucking stay here.” A laugh tickles from his lips, soft and menacing. Building into something that’s easily the most deranged thing I’ve ever heard, “But don’t cry out for my help when the others find you. Have you ever seen what an ass looks like after it’s been ripped open by ten men, one after another? Ever heard a scream like that?”

I hiss in pain as his hand leaves my throat taking a much harsher grip on my chin, forcing my head and gaze away from his and over his shoulder. The door is open now, revealing a dimly lit hallway that somehow manages to be even more frightening than this room.

“In fifteen seconds before the floor change, I am walking out of here. I’ll let the others on this floor fuck and gut you to their heart's content, if that’s what you want. I’ll forget all about those fucking eyes of yours if you aren’t on my heels. Got it?” My heart ratchets up in my chest, my fists balling at my sides so tightly they shake.

“I am not a good or kind man, Reverie. Any illusions you have of that, forget them. There are real monsters here, ones that would make the boogeyman look like a goddamn walk in the park. Me? I’m at the fucking top. So, I’ll ask you again, do you understand me?”

Wrestling my arms between us I shove, barely budging him, “I was under no illusion about what you are. Believe me, I know a soulless prick when I see one.”

I fucking hate you. Above help me, I fucking hate him.

“Do. You. Understand?”

“Yes.” I snap back.

His eyes darken as he loosens his grip, just enough to slip a gloved thumb over my lips, prodding the line. Without my permission they part for him, releasing a breathy exhale and he wastes no time slipping his thumb inside, “Good girl.” With that he starts to pull away, a satisfied air taking over the harsh look in his eyes, leaving his thumb in my mouth a second too long.

Fuck you.I bite down hard, yelping when he hooks his thumb in my mouth, jerking me back against him.

“Come on now sweetling, you can do better than that. You didn’t even break the skin.” He taunts before extracting his thumb from between my teeth, jerking the sheet off the ground and shoving it into my arms, “Cover yourself. We’re almost out of time.”

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