Page 65 of Broken Pieces

I want her to be happy, but after everything she put me through, I don’t know if I can be content with that.

She cut herself off from me when I needed her the most.

I need her to know she can’t ever do that again.

The beast inside me tells me the only way to get that through to her is with fear and submission.

“Let's go,” I say as I watch Violet’s chest ease into a steady, peaceful rhythm of sleep.

“What do you want to do about him?” Mad nods towards the flagpole.

I thought I wanted him dead, but all I want is to get Violet out of here. Leaving him to be found with his dick out will have to be enough to show him not to fuck with us again.

“Forget about him. If he tries anything else then we’ll finish him.”

“If you’re sure. Just let me do one thing first.”

As I hold on to Violet, Mad jogs over to James and crouches down. He pulls something from the bag, but from here I can’t see what he's up to.

Once he’s finished, he grabs the bag and the bats before sauntering back to me with a huge grin on his face.

“What did you do?” I try to get a read on him, but can’t and it’s too dark to see anything out of place on James’ body.

“Tied some rope around his dick and balls. Nice and tight, of course.”

“Huh.”

“What? It’s a pretty fitting punishment for what he tried to do with them. I know you heard him the other day when he threatened Violet. I just don’t understand why you don’t want to talk about it. He’s been a snake, trying to get into her life, or probably just her pussy. Once he had her, I can guarantee you he would have hurt her after. So he doesn’t deserve to keep his dick."

"But the texts."

"We'll figure that out later."

Mad pops open the trunk and I place Violet inside. It doesn’t look comfortable, but the drive to the cabin’s not too far.

She’ll have to survive a few sore muscles. After all, she’s going to be experiencing a lot more once she’s awake.

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Violet

When I wake up, the first thing I remember is the bright yellow glow of those creepy masks and the feel of a needle in my neck.

I'm lying on my front, but when I try to sit up, I can’t move my body.

Pain shoots through all my muscles at once and I try to open my eyes, but it’s pitch black. As I blink, I realize I’ve been blindfolded. When I try to move again I feel the rough cut of rope against my wrists and ankles where I’ve been bound.

A cold breeze hits my skin and I realize I'm completely naked.

I try to take stock of my body, but the pain makes it difficult. It feels like my hands and feet are hogtied together behind my back. My legs are bent at the knee and it’s a struggle to close them in this position.

I'm completely helpless.

Panic floods me, making it difficult to breathe through all the awful sensations. “Max?” I call out. “Maddox?”

There’s no reply.

“Maddox? Max?” I try calling out again, sounding even more desperate now.

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