Chapter 13
Alec
I yawned, then I asked, “How’d you find me?”
He smirked, “Well, you see, I knew that you wouldn’t have been able to stay away.”
I knew the exact time he was talking about.
Outwardly, I showed no sign of recognition.
Inwardly, however, I froze.
She was with me.
My Cassie.
Then, when he said, “You were so focused on mourning the loss of that waste of air, you didn’t notice him.”
It was then that I knew they didn’t have her.
I had made sure to never say her name aloud when we were around others.
Because as long as they didn’t have Cassie, they had no way of breaking me.
And I wouldn’t break.
I smiled that cold smile and said, “Give me all you’ve got.”
Then I gritted my teeth as the first knife entered my flesh.
But I didn’t move.
I didn’t squirm.
I kept the image I needed at the forefront of my mind.
My Cassie.
My Marvel.
Her smile.
Her cheshire-like colored eyes.
Her soft black hair.
Then another knife entered my body, and I kept her image forefront and center.
And when they attached clamps to my nipples, which were attached to wires, that ran to a battery, I pulled up the image of Cassie in my bed.
Her long black hair flared around her.
One tanned long leg angled. The white sheet was draped carefully across her body.
Her long, black lashes curved ever so softly.
That small smile she had given me in her sleep when I kissed her that morning before I got out of bed.