Page 181 of Hunting Pretty

It was useless, of course.

I knew how to tie a person up with no way of them escaping, even with such a flimsy rope as this.

It was all in the technique.

I kept tracing the rough edge of his bone saw down his shoulder, then down his arm, the jagged edge catching on his forearm hairs, making him wince. “For every second you hesitate to answer, there is a cut. For every question you don’t answer…”

I paused, letting the silence swell to make a point.

Then I traced the edge of the bone saw to his fingers, lining them up with his first knuckles closest to the tip of his fingers. “…I cut off a part of you, starting with your fingers. You’re right-handed, aren’t you, Doc?”

He curled his hands as best he could, trying to protect them.

If it were up to me, he’d already be missing half a hand. One of his ears and his cock.

But that would displease Ava.

Dr. Vale dared to look past me to Ava.

The piece of shite should have been kissing her feet.

Which, of course, I would have cut out his tongue for even trying to do.

“Ava, this is madness!” he pleaded, his features contorting as if he were an innocent. “Please, make him—”

I grabbed him by the chin and wrenched his face away from her direction.

He yelped like I’d crushed his jaw. His jaw was already like a bruised melon; it’d be so easy to break it if I hadn’t already.

“You speakonlyto me,” I growled into his face. “You look only atme. Or I pull out your tongue with your antique pincers. Understand?”

He nodded as best he could with his lower jaw smushed into my hand.

“Good.”

I let go of his chin.

Dr. Vale slumped back, visible relief in the way his shoulders sagged.

Oh, good doctor. We’ve barely started.

I grabbed his right hand with my left, pressing it to the armrest, and positioned the saw’s edge at his pointer finger knuckle.

He began to struggle again, begging me not to.

“Hold still,” I said, holding his hand down. “I might accidentally cut themalloff if you keep moving.”

Dr. Vale froze.

Smart man. He could read the threat behind my words.

Ava watched me from across the office. She straightened in her seat, her pupils blown wide-open, her eyes on me, her chest heaving.

She was afraid, yes.

But my little rabbit was excited, too.

I could see the way the way her nipples poked through her shirt and how she pressed her thighs together and squirmed in her seat.

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