Page 199 of Deviant

“I don’t get it,” Big Mike throws a confused glance over at David, who just shrugs.

“Explain,” Mackenzie demands, “Or I’ll be the one laughing next after I’ve gutted your girlfriend like a pig.”

Elias’s laugh simmers until it becomes this evil thing ringing in our ears.

“You want to torture me, then do it. Have-fucking-at-it. But one fact remains—you can threaten to kill Rowen all you want, but you can’t kill her. Not if you don’t want our hosts to seek vengeance on you, too, for breaking their rules. Which means you can’t kill me either. And though, right now, you have the upper hand with me bound to this fucking chair, sooner or later, you’ll have to untie me. And as you’ve all figured it out by now, I don’t play by the rules. If you think I care a shit if I live or die, then think again. All I care about is her. So you think long and hard before you hurt a single hair on Rowen’s head because if you do, it will be the last thing you ever do. I’ll kill every last one of you. I promise you that.”

I watch Mackenzie’s face pale, hearing the threat in his voice.

“He’ll do it, Mackenzie. He’ll kill you with his bare hands if he has to. So think twice before laying a hand on Rowen,” Abbie warns with a smile as she pulls herself off the floor.

Mackenzie scowls as she looks left to right, her loathing gaze bouncing from me to Elias.

“You know what? You’re no fun,” she finally calls defeat as she struts to stand behind me. “I might not be able to hurt her, but I can still hurt you,” she says before grabbing a chunk of my hair and cutting it off with the switchblade.

I hiss as she pulls on every strand, almost yanking my hair from its root with how forcefully she cuts it. My scalp feels like it’s on fire as she continues to butcher my hair until most of it is on the floor.

“There! Not so hot now, is she?” Mackenzie barks, still seething that she’s been beaten. “Abbie, you’re up!” she orders.

“What do you want me to do?” Abbie asks, confused.

“You got the same text we did, idiot. You have to torture the asshole,” Mackenzie shouts like a woman gone mad.

But while they all talk, my attention is on my love.

“Are you okay?” I mouth, gaining a little nod from him.

“Are you?” he mouths back, to which I nod in return.

His tense shoulders relax, though his eyes sadden as he takes in whatever messed-up hairdo Mackenzie just gave me.

“Don’t know about you, but I’d still fuck her. Even with that jacked-up hair,” Big Mike says to David, with a vile chuckle.

“Abbie?! Come on!” Mackenzie grumbles, grabbing Abbie by the arm and flinging her over to Elias.

Abbie stares at the two dipshits that are standing behind me, before she turns her attention to Elias.

“I’m sorry,” she says before walking toward him and whispering in his ear.

I don’t know what she says, but its enough to have Elias losing his mind.

“Let Rowen go! Untie her! Now!” And when those orders don’t work, he starts screaming at the cameras. “Get me the fuck out of here! You’ve had your fun! Untie me! Now!”

“Well, what do you know?” Mackenzie says, impressed. “I guess you have your uses after all. I’ve never seen him this riled up. Good job, Abbie.”

Abbie lowers her head in shame, holding her arms around her chest as she seeks refuge in a corner of the room.

“Okay, boys. Have at him. I’ve grown tired of his constant begging.”

That’s all David and Big Mike need to hear to approach Elias.

“Our fucking pleasure,” David says before cracking his knuckles and swinging his left fist across Elia’s jaw.

“Elias!” I shout, trying to get up, only to have Mackenzie push me back onto my knees on the floor.

“Shut the fuck up. Just sit back and enjoy the show,” she says before leaning in closer to my ear to whisper, “Let this be a lesson to you both. There will only be one winner here. And that’s me. I might not have killed you today, but soon… very soon… I’ll get my chance.”

And with that threat hanging in the air, for the next hour, I’m forced to watch the man I love get beaten to a pulp.

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