Page 121 of Sardonic Burn

“Did you know,” Dylan says, chuckling, “if I use a taser on you right now, there’s a possibility of you having a stroke or a heart attack? If not, you’ll probably have some burn marks.Since you’re wet, the pain will be amplified. So, here’s where you have a choice: sign the marriage certificate or suffer.”

I swallow.

“What happens if I sign it? What’s the plan? Just kidnap me and never let me see the light of the day again? Ray will hunt you across the universe, and he will find you. After all, that is just a piece of paper.”

Dylan shrugs. “Maybe. I’ll figure it out. But hey, let’s not talk about your father now. We do have his blessing, don’t we? My bigger concern is how to deal with that De Santis bastard.”

“You will not lay your filthy hands on him.”

He raises a brow, though he seems madder than before. “Oh? I won’t just lay my hands on him, Noelle. I will kill him, slit his throat as you watch. That will be my wedding gift to you.”

“You fucking psychopath.”

“Tick-tock. What’s your answer, Noelle?”

“Rot in hell, bastard.”

He backhands me, his ring cutting my cheek. It’s just a little sting and way less intense than anything else he’s done to me. Yet it hurts. It hurts so much that I want to roll into a ball and cry until I no longer have any tears left.

“I’m so sad you’re this stubborn.” He presses the button once again, and I take in a sharp breath. “But once I’m done with you, you’ll be broken and ready to be shaped into the woman I want. I’m sorry in advance.”

He doesn’t hesitate.

He doesn’t remove the sadistic smile off his face. If anything, it widens, reaching his eyes.

Then, he pushes the taser deep into my flesh, right between my breasts.

The shock goes straight to my brain, and my body starts shaking uncontrollably. The flaming sensation fills my soul, anda piercing scream slips my lips. Tears burn in my eyes, sliding down my cheeks.

I can’t breathe.

And he doesn’t stop.

He just switches locations. From my chest to my neck, arms, and stomach. There isn’t a blank part of my body he leaves untouched as he continues to use the taser on me. I’ve never used one, but I know about them. Of course, he chose the one with the strongest voltage.

My heart is ready to burst, and I pray that it does. I just want all of this to be over with. A heart attack and dying here is better than experiencing this excruciating pain for a moment longer.

Bile rises in my throat, but I can’t let it out. It gets stuck, and I can’t move anymore. I’m shaking in pain, screaming in agony, and Dylan doesn’t care. He’s feeding on my misery. He’s enjoying the thrill of hurting me.

“Scream more, Noelle,” he groans. “You look so fucking pretty when you’re in pain.”

He removes the taser and the more I try to breathe, the more it hurts. My lungs, my ribs, my chest—it’s all aching, throbbing. My vision gets distorted, and I can’t see straight. It blurs but when I think I’m going to pass out, he just pushes my head back into the bathtub filled with water.

Then he starts tasing my body while my head's under water.

Oh, God. It hurts so fucking much. I’ve never felt this amount of pain. My body is betraying me, and I can’t breathe. Water fills my nose and mouth. My eyes open, and it burns. I try to dissociate myself from the situation, to ease the pain, but that doesn’t happen.

Dylan doesn’t let it happen.

He wants to kill me.

And right now, I wish he would.

THIRTY-TWO

Four days.

It’s been four fucking days since the auction took place.

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