Page 65 of Sweet Misery

Sever took a step closer, and Mass was quick to grab his arm to stop him. Father’s men were just outside the door. We didn’t need Sever getting beaten within an inch of his life. Our old man wouldn’t hesitate on that shit either.

Misery let out a cry as Father reached out again and tugged her shirt up, displaying her naked body beneath.

It took everything I had to control myself from launching forward to kill his ass.

“The cuts are nice. The scars are prominent,” Father commented. “She is being fed. Why?” He looked over to Mass.

“I can’t very well get the same effect if I’m torturing someone who doesn’t have hope and knows they’ll starve to death,” Mass said in a monotone.

Father studied him for a moment before nodding and looking back to Misery.

“She is marked quite nicely. Perhaps she could use more bruising and swelling.” The room was silent as he continued to look at her before he reached out and squeezed one of her bare tits.

Sever stepped forward again, this time Renzo joining him. Mass grabbed Sever once more and I tugged on Renzo’s hand and gave a sharp shake of my head. If our father knew we gave a modicum of shit for her, he’d kill her on the spot. There wouldn’t be fuck all we could do about it either.

Just another reason why he needed to die sooner rather than later. Eventually, when she was still living in a few months, he’d want to know why. Toys didn’t get to stick around. We all knew the rules. Torture, fuck, kill. That was it. Nothing else.

Misery let out a soft sob and tried to jerk away from him, but he only got rougher with her, chuckling as she tried to twist away, her wrists visibly red from the effort as the rope dug into her skin.

“Fuck her,” Father said, releasing her and backing away suddenly.

“What?” I asked, hoping my voice was calm.

“One of you fuck her so I can watch. Do it or I will.”

I glanced at my brothers. I hated this man with every bit of me there was. They did too. The looks on their faces said it was taking all they had to hold it together.

We needed to talk to Mass again. Get him on board with taking this prick out once and for all.

Without further hesitation, I stepped forward. Father smirked at me and put his hand on my shoulder.

“I want you to beat her with your belt,” he rumbled into my ear. “If she isn’t screaming, I’ll make her. You stop when I tell you to.”

I swallowed down the fury coursing through me and undid my belt. I pulled it free from my pants and wrapped it around my hand as I stared down at a quivering Misery.

Arianna.

I couldn’t even look at my brothers. I knew she had to hurt now so she wouldn’t hurt later.

I wanted to tell her I was sorry. That I didn’t mean this. Maybe if she were just some other toy, I’d be fine with it. Not her though. Never fucking her.

She stared back up at me, those brilliant green eyes of her shimmering, her fear palpable.

Grinding my teeth, I let the belt fly.

It cracked through the silence, landing on her bare abdomen. She screamed. I struck again and again, each hit hard and fast. She thrashed beneath the pain, tears streaming down her cheeks. It took every ounce of effort I had not to vomit at what I was doing. Torturing someone never had this effect on me.

But on her?

It was killing me inside.

If I stopped before he told me to, she’d pay the ultimate price.

Fuck, I’m so sorry, Arianna. I’m sorry, baby.

She was going to hate me after this.

Her screams kept coming as I continued to hit her with the leather belt, her pale skin on fire and bright red. Blood began to seep from the wounds as her skin broke open.

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