Page 49 of Festive

I knew Rebel needed to work this out.

To have her moment.

But I think I underestimated her.

Rebel’s humming continues, and I realize the song is from that Disney movie that Kenna loves so damn much. I can’t help but chuckle, shaking my head.

Only my woman can hum like a Disney Princess while torturing!

Rebel takes another bite, her eyes never leaving Amber, who is watching Rebel intently as she swallows the cheeseburger. “What the fuck is wrong with you? How can you be eating—” Whatever she was about to say is effectively cut off when Rebel yanks the knife from Amber’s leg.

Yep, don’t ever question a pregnant woman about her food.

“That is no way to thank me for sharing my meal.” Rebel’s gaze shifts to mine as she asks, “Don’t you think that was rude, Six?”

“And stupid,” I add on, earning a round of low chuckles from the guys.

“Well, now my cheeseburger is cold, but I don’t want the effort to go to waste. Looks like you will need to finish it, Amber. Open up,” she demands, and to my surprise, Amber does so willingly.

Rebel takes a manageable bite and delicately places it in Amber’s mouth. I raise a brow, wondering what the hell she’s up to. Amber’s body relaxes, and I see the glint in Rebel’s eye.

Oh shit.

Grabbing more of the cheeseburger off the plate, Rebel gestures for Amber to open up again even though she hasn’t finished chewing, let alone swallowing. Again, she does as she’s told, and I cringe.

This isn’t going to be pretty.

Rebel repeats the process, each bite getting bigger as she goes. Amber’s mouth is so full I’m positive she’s going to choke. As if on cue, she starts to sputter and cough, bits of bun and burger flying out of her mouth.

“Stop wasting it, dammit! Chew faster. Better yet, swallow it whole. Ineed youto finish this, Amber!” Rebel goads, and just like that, the stupid bitch is chewing and roughly swallowing the remains of her mouthful.

I shake my head in disbelief. There is something horrifically wrong with Amber if she is willing to almost choke on a burger just because Rebel said sheneededher to do it.

“Mmm… you like that hearing that, don’t you? That you’reneeded…”Tears finally start to well in Amber’s eyes, and it seems Rebel’s words have inflicted more pain than the knife. “Now, I’m going toneedyou to open wide…” Rebel proceeds to shove the remaining burger forcefully into Amber’s mouth, “… anddon’tscream.”

Amber’s eyes widen in shock as she watches Rebel slam the knife into her other thigh, her cry of pain muffled by the food she’s trying desperately not to choke on. When Rebel stepsforward, getting closer, the guys and I do the same, ensuring her safety despite how well Amber is bound to the Silver Chair. Rebel slams her hand under Amber’s jaw, forcing it closed and squeezing, her grip bruising.

Amber whimpers, thrashing back and forth so aggressively it’s hard to tell if it’s because she is actually choking or in desperation to get away. Either way, it has the guys stepping even closer.

Worried for Rebel, I dip my chin, and Wraith grips Amber by her hair tightly, effectively holding her still.

I step in behind Rebel, wrapping my arms around her and pulling her against me. “That’s a little close, love.” When she relaxes into me, I inhale along her neck, my cock jerking in my jeans when her ass nudges against me.

Rebel turns quickly in my arms, slamming her mouth on mine. Before I can get lost in her, she pulls back and winks. “Soon,” she promises, and it has me growling before gritting my teeth.

A sob rents the air, and Rebel turns back to Amber, who now has a steady stream of tears rolling down her dirt-covered cheeks, bits of uneaten cheeseburger in her lap. “Just fucking let me go already,” she pleads, but all it does is make Rebel laugh, though it’s anything but cheerful.

Rebel yanks the knife from her other thigh, the pools of blood now matching in Amber’s lap. With the knife readjusted in her hand, she looks over her shoulder at me and smiles. Then, without warning, she turns back to Amber, slashing the knife in a wide motion. Amber’s eyes widen in shock and horror as the blade connects with the skin on her chest. The wound isn’t too deep, but the blood flows crimson down her pale skin. It all happens so fast that her reaction is delayed, but once the scream leaves her mouth, we are all taking a step back. Our shoulders hike up to our ears, and we cringe at the high pitch echoing in thesmall space.

But Rebel doesn’t stop, slicing another wound across Amber’s stomach so deep her innards threaten to spill out. Amber must realize as her breaths become careful and short as she stills. My eyes widen as Rebel steps closer once again, leaning right into Amber’s face. “I wanted to make this last long and be gloriously painful for you, but I just can’t stand to be near you. I don’t need you after all.” She slams the blade into Amber’s side, jamming it deep, the handle sticking out, bouncing with each labored breath. Amber screams, but it’s weaker, not as ear-piercing as she fades in and out of consciousness.

Without a word or even a look in my direction, Rebel turns and walks back toward the cabinet. I wonder what she is searching for when she returns with a clear plastic bag. I furrow my brows, and she turns to me with a smile. She’s enjoying her revenge, and watching her in her glory like this has a strange effect on my libido.

She walks in behind Amber, who now has a long line of saliva dangling from her mouth, her head hanging in exhaustion from what her body is being put through.

Rebel leans down next to her ear. “You locked my kids in a shipping container. They could have run out of oxygen. You gave Six strychnine, making it hard for him to breathe. I think it’s only fitting that you go out the same way you tried to take out my family. Rot in hell, Amber, because I know no one else will ever have a need for you.”

She shoves the plastic bag over Amber’s head and pulls it back so hard that Amber’s head is locked into place.

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