Page 98 of With Love

Adrienne

Owen’s eyes don’t leave mine as Lock walks back over to the table of torture instruments that is laid out in front of him.

“Adrienne, I’m so sorry. We never should have stopped when we did. We should have kept going. This is all my fault,” he says. I can tell how much pain he is in, he can barely get the words out.

“That’s what you’re sorry for? Not for lying to me? Not for making me think that Marshall was cheating on me? Not for ruining my fucking life?

“What the fuck happened to Lucy, Owen?”

He just stares at me, offering no explanation. It’s all I need to know that he did something terrible to her.

“You’re right. This is your fault. And I fucking hate you for it!” I scream, getting Lock’s attention.

He glances over at me with a look of surprise on his face.

Just like Barrett, Owen doesn’t deserve this. Just shoot him once and get it over with. Lock misunderstood my plea earlier. I wasn’t pleading for him to spare Owen’s life. I was pleading for him to spare me from having to watch it happen.

“Sounds like you have some anger that you need to get out. Maybe you’re a little more like me than I gave you credit for. Do you want to join in? We can have so much fun together.”

“I’m nothing like you,” I throw back at him.

“Oh well, more for me.”

Turning back to Owen, he takes his Kukri and starts cutting lines in his skin. He starts at his sternum and cuts little lines all the way down to his stomach. The blood begins to trickle down his body as I turn my head away. I can’t watch this.

“No, no. No hiding. You should know better than that.” Lock nods his head at his guard who squats down behind my chair. He throws his arm around my neck and holds a knife up to my throat, just like Lock did a moment ago.

“You have to learn that when someone does something bad to you, they need to suffer the consequences. Since you don’t want to help, you watch.”

Turning his attention back to Owen, he carves more lines into his skin. Just like he did with Barrett. I watch as the blood escapes from each incision, running down his body making a dripping noise and splattering onto the ground beneath him.

Lock is very methodical. He likes to start small and make it last as long as he can.

It takes him awhile to finish making all of the smaller cuts. When he’s finished, he turns his attention toward me and walks over to where I’m sitting, stalking me the entire time.

He nods his head at the guard who releases his hold on me and backs away.

He runs the bloody knife down my shirt, using it to cut the fabric and expose what’s underneath. He cuts each of the sleeves off and pulls the fabric out from behind me, tossing it to the floor. He runs his hands up my arms, getting some of Owen’s blood on me as he goes.

He reaches one of his hands into my bra and squeezes my nipple hard. I flinch but I don’t cry out. He steps back.

He reaches for my chest again and I think that he is going to cut my bra, but he doesn’t. He tugs on the cups until my breasts pop out. Then he trusses them up on top of the lacy fabric, placing them on display for him.

Straddling me, he takes one of my breasts in each hand and pushes them together. He buries his face in my cleavage and bites at my flesh, drawing blood. I scream out.

When he lifts his head, the smug look on his face tells me he is proud of himself. I can feel his erection harden and it makes me want to throw up. He reaches down between us and adjusts himself as I cast a look of disgust in his direction.

“Quit acting like you don’t like this.”

Standing up, he drags his hand up my inner thigh until he gets to the apex. He rubs me over my leggings several times, never breaking eye contact with me. It takes everything in my power not to spit in his face again. He knows it too, judging by the evil smile plastered across his face.

He turns and walks back over to Owen, who is beginning to shake due to the blood loss. This time, he grabs a flogger with metal spikes on it from the table.

He walks around so he is behind Owen and starts wailing on him with it. Owen screams so loud and so hard that he passes out. Dropping the flogger, Lock walks over to the wall behind Owen and turns a nozzle. Water starts pouring from a hose attached to the wall. He unravels it and pulls it over to Owen. He sprays him in the face until he regains consciousness and then he picks the flogger back up.

He does this two more times. Once Owen has regained consciousness for a third time, Lock throws the hose down and turns it off.

He walks back over to me and I brace myself. Whatever he’s going to do will be worse than what he did before.

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