Page 63 of Ruthless

I walk around the room. The wall at the back of the room holds my interest. It’s like a gold mine of kink for anyone up for it. There are several items hung up and at my disposal, but the last thing I want to do is anything that’ll bring the bastard pleasure. I take my time looking each device over until I find one that’ll do the job.

“Ax.” I pick up the set of nipple clamps on the table with a small remote and motion for him to take them.

Axel cocks an eyebrow at my request, but takes them from me without a word. He’s curious to see where I’m going with this and willing to go along with it.

I cross the room until I’m standing back in front of Wallace. Sweat coats his skin as his bloodshot eyes watch my every move like a wounded animal. A rush of heat fills me at watching the bastard squirm. This is someone I respected. Someone I would have given my life for—and almost did.

“We’re going to play a game.” I watch Wallace as his gaze follows Axel and the nipple clamps he’s holding. “You give an answer I don’t like, then it’s going to be a rough night for you.”

“Hold still, asshole.” Axel moves to put the clamps on Wallace’s nipples, but I stop him, having a much better idea in mind.

“Not there.” I jerk my chin where I want them. “There.”

Axel’s hand freezes midair as he narrows his eyes at me. “Fucking really, Z?”

“They say pleasure and pain is a fine line. Let’s see how true that is.” I shrug and wave the remote at him.

“Crazy motherfucker.” Axel chuckles but does as I ask and kneels to attach the clamps to Wallace’s nuts.

Wallace jerks against his bindings, but there’s still no give. He’s stuck, and he knows it. The light dims in his eyes the second he realizes just how fucked he is and not in a way he likes. He flinches when he feels the pinch but doesn’t make a sound otherwise. His face reddens as he mumbles something unintelligible.

Axel stands to his feet and cups his hand over his ear. “What’s that? I can’t hear you?” Then he turns his head my way. “Your call, Z.”

I jerk my head in agreement. I’m willing to hear what bullshit’s going to fly out of his mouth. It’ll either be what I want to hear or fuel my fire to fuck him up.

Axel unbuckles the ball gag from his mouth, letting it fall to the floor. He wrinkles his nose and wipes the drool off his hands before stepping back and letting me take over.

“What the fuck do you want?” The prick speaks for the first time since we walked in, and it’s not anything I want to hear.

“Don’t play fucking dumb with me. You know damn well what we want to know.” I glance over to the friend in question, and his hands are balled up into fists. Isaac’s itching for a crack at him, and I plan on delivering. I just need the information we came for first.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Wallace struggles to speak. Every breath he takes causes his body to shake. It’s only feeding the craving I have for his blood.

“That wasn’t an answer.” I put my finger on the button and press down.

He whimpers like the pussy he is. “I swear I had nothing to do with it. You have to believe me.” His wrists are starting to bleed from rubbing against the rope, but we are far from done with him.

“I don’t have to do shit.” I wave the remote at him. “Now talk.”

“It wasn’t me.” It seems the Admiral can hold out longer than I thought. Time to change up my tactics and up the ante.

“Fine. If that’s the way you want to play it.” I motion for Isaac to step behind him and next to the machine behind him.

I keep my finger on the remote while Isaac flips the switch. He holds my gaze, and together we fill him full of enough electricity to push him past his threshold.

“Damn, man.” Axel cringes next to me, but I ignore him. I’m too focused on what I’m doing to pay him attention.

Wallace’s whole body convulses and swings on the hooks, causing them to tear into his flesh, but he doesn’t cry out. If he wasn’t such a piece of shit, I might respect him for that. We keep at him for another few seconds before letting him come up for air.

“Ready to talk yet?” I crane my head to the side and wait him out.

His body is limp and hangs there as he struggles to catch his breath, but he’s still conscious, and that’s the only fucking thing that matters.

I give him another ten seconds until I decide it’s time to push him again. “Wonder how high these things go?”

“We’ve got all night to find out,” Asher says from behind me. My big brother is calm and collected on the outside, but I know he’s reaching his limit for bullshit like I am.

“No!” he gasps. “Please. They already took one daughter from me. I can’t lose another.”

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