Page 68 of Wrecked

Murder became his mantra.

Jimmy entered Rebel’s room, his one good eye finding where he’d chained the boy to the floor.

He fingered the eye patch with his left hand and grimaced when it pulled at the bandage wrapped around his palm.

The patch was from Rebel, who had damaged his eye beyond repair, but the hand wrapped up was from punching a mirror in his study.

“What day is it?” Rebel asked.

“Why?”

“Is it the same day I poked out your eye or the next?”

“The next day,” Jimmy said.

“What do you think you’re going to get by keeping me here?”

The question caught Jimmy off guard and he gazed at the beautiful young man.

What did he want? He hoped to get Rebel to come around and become his lover. Perhaps that was too much to ask? No, he didn’t think so. He had a thousand ways to make Rebel do what he wanted.

“I want you with me, Rebel. You will be mine, whether it’s by your own choice or force.”

“You sick fuck!”

Rebel screamed at him, the words coming out hoarse and raspy. The boy’s throat had to be raw from all the screaming he’d done.

Rebel lunged at him, but the chain brought the boy up short of reaching him.

Jimmy stayed back.

Rebel threatened to kill him in every colorful way imaginable using some very graphic descriptions. All said with the words cutting in and out, but Jimmy got the gist of it.

The violent spew and upheaval bursting from the boy was upsetting.

Above all things, he must have order in his home.

Peace and order.

“Be good,” Jimmy said, causing Rebel’s words to sputter to a stop.

“And if I don’t!” Rebel gripped the blanket, his knuckles white.

“I’ll bring Angel in here and rape her in front of you.”

The boy’s pupils exploded with shock and his eyes widened in his pale face.

“She’s with the Marshals,” Rebel spat the words to cover his horror.

“Hmm, you think so?”

The smile on Jimmy’s lips sent a cold shiver of dread up his spine.

Think. Think.Rebel wracked his brain, trying to think of a way out.

Something from his past niggled at him. Tanis used to do the same fucking thing—use others to threaten him into compliance.

It was another form of mental torture.

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