Page 16 of Their Stolen Obsession
Again.
Rocko never slept with Saint. Only in my bed. I despised the cat, and he still came to me for attention. The furry little feline was in for a snapped neck, but I couldn’t do that to my best friend. He loved this fucking cat.
He meowed, purring, as Rocko rubbed his head against the back of my hand. The warmth of his body lit a small flame inside my wounded heart. The organ couldn’t heal without the woman I loved near, and the cat brought me strength, a tenderness I needed within the dark that was corrupting my already broken soul.
Fuck this damn pest.
Maybe I cared enoughnotto want to break Rocko’s neck.
Recollection of the torture Saint and I went through put me in a vile mood. Yesterday was rough, but today was far worse. Captivity could do that to a person. Transform a good person into a dangerous human being—lethal to the core and bound to bringevil to any living soul. I had lived through hell and witnessed extreme brutality during conflict.
I was a prisoner held at war. The nightmarish battle in Iraq followed me every fucking day. But now I replayed the terror in my dreams.
Fuck me.
Finally, I pet Rocko to get him off my chest and escape his harmless scratches. He meowed at me as if he wanted me to come back to bed, but fuck that.Fuck him!I had work to do and a captive to punish.
Sebastian was a rotten piece of shit. He deserved everything we inflicted on him, and we wanted answers. We needed our girl back.
Eleven
Her Predator
Saint
Mr. Chamberlain was pure evil.
Sebastian wouldn’t give us anything. We’d been trying for seven fucking days. An entire week. That was how long Liv had been gone. Our girl vanished and left our hearts broken and anguished. A torment we had never known until she was no longer with us to follow, punish, and bring blissful fulfillment.
I missed my name coming out of her lips, the cries of pleasure brought on by our pain, but most of all, I yearned for the light she gave us. A glimmer of hope from our missing piece. She was the shard of glass that fit in perfectly and mended our brokenness.
Though shattered, crushed, and distraught, we would find Liv. She was our fallen star, and we’d leave no part of the universeunturned. She’d come home where she belonged, and the people responsible would burn. Their ashes would clear the path for her journey back to us, and I was damn certain because everything started with motherfucking Sebastian.
Mr. Chamberlain was the beginning of Liv’s kidnapper’s end. Whoever took her away would pay the ultimate price. Anyone who laid a hand on our little obsession would die. She was ours to fuck with. No one else’s, and Sebastian could attest to that fact.
“Ah!” The sound of his pain echoed throughout the room, and I didn’t give a shit.
This bastard had hurt Liv. Her sorry excuse for a fiancé had taken her light and tried to block it out, but she was too strong. He was no match for her, and it was up to us to ensure he’d stop.
Mr. Chamberlain had thrown Liv right into the path of depraved assholes, men wicked enough to steal to get back what was theirs. Money. Cold, hard cash that made the world go round, and in their fucked-up fight, we got nothing. Except vengeance—payback for everything taken from us, and we wouldn’t rest until she was back in our arms.
“Who. Took. Liv?” Each word brought a long electronic shock to Sebastian’s body.
Sebastian convulsed. His back arched off the bed, the restraints keeping him secured. Damn asshole couldn’t escape even if he tried. He shook while histeeth chattered. I grinned down at him with a sensation close to satisfaction, only for the truth to sink back in and make me eager to shock the bastard all over again.
I could do this all damn day. He made it easy when his eyes rolled back in his head, and his frazzled hair stood up with static electricity. He perfectly resembled a psych patient, locked away in this padded cell.
“I don’t—” His response ended with another zap to his left temple.
The unexpected shock was brief, and I let Sebastian off easily. I removed a wire with electricity surging through it from his forehead and tapped the live wires together. An orange electric light zapped the air, igniting a poof of a small flame. The long, thin wires traveled underneath the old psych ward door, and I knew my tactic brought him a tremendous amount of pain. The agony would be unbearable, pushing him to reveal the answers I sought, but the asshole gave me nothing.
Frustration grew on top of the hatred spewing from within me, and I spit on his face. I ensured I threw a disgusting loogie in there to further his torment. The fucker was already repulsive and stunk like burning flesh, rotting in his own filth.
We had put Sebastian in a diaper, and he had been discharging his bodily waste like a damn baby. Thetorture he had been through in the past week was inhumane, but he was worthy of all of it.
“Fucking pig,” I muttered in a low tone and placed both wires on Sebastian’s cheeks.
My loogie made the zap of pain even more excruciating as the current traveled down the sides of his face and left a path of destruction. Sebastian’s eyes were bloodshot and wide. His mouth opened with drool falling out of the sides mixed with blood—the poor idiot must’ve bit his tongue.
