Page 201 of A Love Like Venom

With the slow clapping comes a heavy thud of footsteps. They make their presence known, unafraid and calculative.

Squeezing my eyes shut I wish on every star that there is to just let me fucking see clearly.

Opening my eyes my wish is granted.

Before me stands a face with a sinister smile paired with wicked eyes. He claps one last time in front of my face. The sound lingering in the air. “You’re awake. Here I was afraid you would miss out on all the fun.”

I glare at him in contempt.

Razor chuckles darkly. It grates my ears. “Where shall we begin?” Behind him walks a man who is bigger and wears the same cut as him. What he is holding by his side I want nowhere near me.

He hands it off to Razor but not before smirking at me with a dark glint in his eyes.

Raising the cattle prod in the air he tips it towards me. Then pushing the button the voltage hums through the air.

Moving it closer to me I don’t even flinch. I don’t move a damn muscle. I’ll never give him the satisfaction his sadist heart desires.

“Do it,” I taunt him.

His eyes widen in surprise. If I blinked I would’ve missed it. He wasn’t expecting me to antagonize him. If he thought I would shrink back in fear then he chose to torture the wrong man.

“Come on! Do it!” I shout, ignoring the dryness in my mouth. “Do it motherfucker!”

As soon as the words leave my lips he presses the cattle prod against my ribs. I bite down hard, clenching my jaw and tensing my muscles as I feel the voltage light up every cell in my body. Adding pressure he presses it further against my skin. My hands form in fists causing the barbed wire to dig in my skin. A warm wetness trickles down my arm.

I bite down harder when I can actually start to feel some of the pain taking ahold of my body. He’ll never know. I won’t show it to him.

After what feels like hours he finally draws back. I hang my head and start laughing. The rumble comes deep from my chest and I continue my laughter as I raise my head to meet his stare.

His face grows hard. There’s a tick in his jaw and his eye twitches.

“Is that all you got?” I laugh at him. “I should’ve known you were a man of half measure,” I taunt at him some more. The twitch in his eye grows as he glares at me. Laughing I press on, “You’re pathetic.”

That earns me another shock from the cattle prod. Except this time it’s more forceful and he lands it on the middle of my chest.

Deciding not to clench my jaw or scream from the electric shock pulsating through my body I laugh instead. I laugh through it all.

With my father any sound was a sign of defeat. A whimper. A grimace. A gasp or shouting back. Any sound that left my lips was a sign of weakness. So I learned to be silent. I learned to be silent and numb myself from the pain to antagonize him. To show him his beatings no matter how harsh didn’t affect me.

Razor is different. He wants me to scream. He wants me to cry and beg. He wants to hear everythingexceptwhat I am giving him. My mocking antagonizes him. My laughter shows hedoesn’t affect me. And all this proves how weak he is as a Vice President in front of his men.

He’s trying to hurt me while here I am shackled doing far more damage than he could ever do.

It’s rather hilarious.

I laugh louder. The sound overriding the cattle prod and bouncing off the walls.

Frustrated and annoyed he wretches the cattle prod away. His weapon of torture useless against me. He then throws it across the floor. I turn my head to watch it land a good distance away from us.

When I look back at him my laughter stops but I wear a smirk on my face.

“Done already?” I rhetorically question then add, “No wonder you have to force yourself upon women. You can’t last long enough to keep one satisfied.”

Losing his composure he explodes in front of me. He grabs my chin between his fingers harshly. Eyes with fury and fire meet mine. My eyes dance with humor and mischief.

This is where I thrive. The danger giving me an adrenaline high to where nothing can touch me. Where no man can hurt me.

“I will break you,” he seethes.

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