Page 91 of His to Bedevil

Groaning, I roll my head around and get a sense of déjà vu. My head is pounding, and my mouth is as dry as a desert. “Wakey, wakey, Señora Martinez,” a deep, heavily accented Russian voice says. But I can’t get my eyes to fully open yet. I hear a rush of water just before I’m soaked with ice-cold liquid. Gasping, my eyes finally pop open.

“What the fuck,” I rasp in a hoarse voice. Blinking my eyes rapidly, trying to clear the blurriness from them, I take in my bearings. Did Alejo put me back in prison? No, this doesn’t make sense. I didn’t do anything wrong. Did I? Maybe I’m dreaming. But this feels way too real.

“There she is,” the same Russian voice says as it leaves the shadows. “Good morning,kotyonok.”Kitten.The man stands a few feet in front of me, and I don’t recognize him at all. But I have a strong feeling I know who he is.

“Sergio, I presume?” My voice comes out a little stronger this time.

“So, you’ve heard of me.” He smiles, and it’s the kind of smile that makes my bones chill. He’s a man in his forties, tall, blond hair, piercing blue eyes. Not too bad-looking, but everything about him terrifies me.

Putting on an act of bravado, I give him a straight face. “Of course I have. You’re the asshole who tried to kill us last month and failed. You and your bitch of a daughter. You think my husband keeps me out of the loop or something?”

His smile still plasters his cold face. Unfazed by my words. He steps forward, putting less distance between us, and suddenly I’m made aware of another presence. Another man comes out from behind me, and I can’t help but think I may have seen this man before. Then it hits me. In the dressing room.Fuck. Alejo.

“Where’s Alejandro?” I snap.

“Back at home. Safe and sound,” Sergio replies coolly. “Seems he’s not too worried about coming for you.”

My heart drops when I hear what he’s saying.Alejo isn’t going to come for me? Wait, no. I don’t fucking believe that.“Then why the hell am I here? Why haven’t you just killed me if Alejo doesn’t care to get me back?” Even though I don’t believe the words that leave my mouth, they still hurt.

“Because Alejandro is a very proud man. He may not care about getting you back alive, but he still doesn’t appreciate someone taking something that belongs to him.”

“I’m not exactly following.”What the fuck is he trying to say?

He crouches down in front of me, getting on my eye level. “I’m going to shame him by toying with something of his. Unless…”

“Unless what?” I seethe.

“Unless he admits that you both disrespected my daughter and puts me back in the good graces of my fellow comrades.”

I laugh. Like, full-on laugh, making his sinister glee falter a little. “You’re out of the circle because you started a war over your daughter’s bruised ego. That’s why you’ve been cast out, and everyone knows it, you dumbass. And Alejandro will never apologize. He’ll find you and kill you.”

He looks up at the guy that’s been hovering over me and gives him a little nod. I glance over at the guy just in time to see his fist cock back and head straight for my face. I’m able to turn my head so that it connects with my jaw and not my nose. My head snaps to the side, and with the force, I’m surprised that (a) I’m not knocked out, (b) my neck didn’t snap, and (c) I’m not spitting out some of my teeth.

With all the strength I can muster, I straighten my head and stare at Sergio, defiantly working my jaw back into place. “Looks like you have a fragile ego as well.” I smirk, and I know my teeth are most likely covered in blood because all I can taste is warm copper inside my mouth.

Sergio begins talking to the other guy in Russian, and he must not know I can understand him. I can’t let him know. It may be the only leverage I have on them. They’ll underestimate me because of my size and the fact that I’m a woman, and them not knowing I can understand them will be a huge advantage. Sergio tells the guy to have someone come in with the camera, and I can already see where this is going.

I’m left alone, and as soon as I hear the door click shut, I start to assess my restraints. Ropes, not metal cuffs. Either one I can eventually free myself from. I tug at all the restraints, ignoring the pounding in my head. I test all of them to see if there’s any give, but no such luck. Looking around the room, I realize it’s very similar to my previous prison. Dimly lit, concrete floors, and most likely concrete walls. I close my eyes and strain my hearing to see if I can hear anything, but I’m met with silence.

Taking a deep breath, I try to calm my nerves and ignore the pounding in my head and the extreme dryness in my mouth and throat. I can get out of this. And even if I can’t, Alejo will come for me. I know he will. He cares about me. They all do. His mother, his brother, Juanita, Diego, even Berto. They wouldn’t let me die here, right?

Merry fucking Christmas to me…

My eyes pop back open when I hear the door open, and the movement makes my stomach turn. Sergio appears again, and another man follows behind him, but he doesn’t even glance at me. He’s busy setting up a camera on a tripod. Sergio just stands there staring at me with his hands in his pockets, wearing the same cold expression with a creepy smile on his face.

The man that set up the camera disappears, and the fucker that sucker punched me in the face replaces him at Sergio’s side. The guy is huge, like Lucas-size huge. “How much do you get paid for punching a tiny woman who is restrained to a chair? I’m just curious. I know it must take some extra special training to do it.”

The huge pussy glares at me, and Sergio doesn’t even flinch. “Would you like to say anything to your husband before we begin?”

I smile. “I’m good. Thanks though.”

Huge Pussy comes up to me and without hesitation cocks back and slams his fist into my face, catching my right cheek this time. I feel it crack under the heavy blow as my head rocks to the side. It takes way more effort than it should to pick my head up, but I manage to do so and try to regain my vision. I blink rapidly and clear my eyes just in time to see his fist coming at me again. This time he gets me square in the face, and I feel my nose get completely crushed. Blood immediately pours from my nose, and I can’t see a fucking thing now. The urge to cradle my shattered nose is crucial. I whimper a little, but I hold back the tears threatening to burst free. Other than the tears that naturally form from getting punched in the nose, I don’t cry. I will not cry. Instead, I throw my head back and bark out a laughter. I’m talking a deranged and maniacal-sounding laugh. I feel blood dripping into my mouth and coating my teeth.

After a moment, I tilt my head back down and stare up at Huge Pussy, who is staring at me in disbelief. “Fucking pussy,” I sputter. Then I gather as much blood in my mouth as I can and hurl it at him. A huge glob of blood splatters across his chest and stains his shirt. His eyes bug out of his head in shock, and it makes me laugh all over again. I’m pretty sure I have lost it.

When he swings and hits the already bruised left side of my jaw, I don’t stop laughing. When he swings and snaps my head to the other side, knocking some of my molars loose, I don’t stop laughing. When he lands a punishing blow to my already broken nose, I gurgle on my own blood and still push out a weak laugh. My head is hanging down because I’ve lost the strength to hold it up, and I let out a few more giggles.

Focusing all my energy into my neck muscles, I’m able to tilt my head up only slightly. “P-pussy,” I whisper. He brings his large fist up again, and I wait for the final blow. The one to finally put me out of my misery, but Sergio stops him.

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