Page 18 of Their Stolen Obsession
We had this. There was no backing down. We’d sooner die in the path of our destructive vengeance, bringing Liv back. Our obsession would come home, right where she belonged. I was fucking confident.
“How’s our prisoner?” I asked.
“Drooling from the mouth,” Saint replied as he got the bag of Purina cat food and poured some into bowls with the feline’s meowing around him. “Fucker couldn’t take the heat and passed out like a pussy.”
Speaking of pussy, Sebastian had been eating as if he were one for days. We’d fed him wet cat food, the only nourishment the bastard deserved. It was pure entertainment watching him crawl to a plastic plate using only his stumpy arms. He only denied himself food for a full twenty-fourhours before the scumbag gave in. Anything to keep the motherfucker breathing while we waited and Sebastian wasted our time. If he didn’t give us any information soon, I was far too tempted to slit his throat and be done with him, but I had to hold on. Liv needed us, and he was our only hope to finding out her location.
I groaned at the thought and left the room while Saint tended to his stray pets. The hallway was long, and my shoes tapped against the tiled floor and echoed down the dimly light corridor. I rolled up my sleeves as if I was ready for the fight of my life against an evil who thought he was greater than me. But vileness was no match for two unhinged men who sought blood.
I admired the renovations we had made to the old hospital turned penthouse as I walked down a small set of stairs. The psych ward was on the same level, and we had kept a padded cell as token of appreciation for history. A trinket we kept hidden away except from those who needed to be held accountable. Those who would scream for mercy and beg for forgiveness until they came face-to-face with death, but Sebastian was the exception. We needed him.
We trapped Sebastian in a padded room for the insane. There was a small window I peered through as my breath fogged up the unbreakable glass. The opening was high enough that the person insidecouldn’t harm themselves, and the room had padded walls resembling flat square pillows.
We even gave the mother fucker a bed and not by choice. By need. The want to torture Sebastian for answers and bring him unbearable pain he couldn’t stand.
The plastic plate on the floor was half full. Sebastian had been eating more of his cat food before Saint had restrained him to the bed to torture him again.Good little feline.I should go in there and give the asshole a pet on the head.
I let myself in through the door and made my way toward the poor excuse of a man who had ruined too much. The room stunk of shit, piss, cat food, and decaying flesh.
Sebastian was in awful shape. Poor motherfucker. He lay there, knocked out cold, with his mouth hanging open. He reminded me of death—rotten flesh hung from parts of his body. He had wounds everywhere, his face was barely recognizable, and his clothes were dirty and ripped. Blemishes covered his chest; some had tried to heal, and others appeared fresh. Those burns on his cheeks were nasty as fuck. Saint must have just given them to him.
I mentally gave Saint a pat on the back because he had done good. He had resisted the urge to kill him and tortured him instead. My best friend knew whatwas at stake. I on the other hand, well, fuck. As I peered down at this motherfucker, all I wanted to do was end him, but we waited for answers. We wanted Liv back where she belonged. With us.
But trust me, this dickhead’s time would come.
I loosened the restraints Saint had secured, but everything remained limp. The state he was in wouldn’t do, and Liv’s clock ticked down. The more time that passed, the worse the situation was for her, and we couldn’t risk that.
Once all Sebastian’s limbs were free, I reached inside of my pocket and pulled out an inhalant. As illegal as these might be, I was rich, and I could get my hands on anything I wanted. That included smelling salts.
“Wakey, wakey, motherfucker,” I announced as I held the chemical compounds up to his nose and Sebastian inhaled some. “Time to rise and shine, princess.”
Sebastian exhaled a coughing fit and winced in pain. “Fuck!”
Roughly, I lifted Sebastian by his hair, showing him no mercy as he cursed. My grin grew bigger with each yank until my face was in his, and he stood, even if he didn’t have the strength to. I dropped the salts, wrapped my hand around his throat and squeezed until a teeny tiny squeak came out. Pricksounded like a goddamn petrified mouse, and fuck, did it ever feel good.
I stared straight into his wide eyes and demanded through clenched teeth, “If you won’t tell us where Liv is, you can at least let us know who you stole money from.”
I squeezed tighter. Because he had no fingers, Sebastian couldn’t grab me as I lifted him from the floor. I laughed in his face.
Goddamn. Sebastian was pathetic.
Sebastian was a rodent caught in my trap. He had no chance of beating me, a wicked man who had stared death right in the face and came out alive. I was darker than he had ever been, more deadly, damaged, and deranged. Sebastian Chamberlain had messed with the wrong man. He had stolen from me. I wanted my little obsession back.
“Tell me,” I snapped.
Spit hit Sebastian as I watched his lips turn blue while the color drained from his face. His mouth opened and closed as he gasped for air, but none came through my restriction. Fuck. I could get off on this.
Goddamn it, I wish Liv was here.
That thought only made my rage grow when Sebastian gave no sign of talking. He only wanted tobreathe. Fine.Fuck!
“Have it your way, princess.” I threw Sebastian as if he were a rag doll against the padded wall and stalked to where he bounced off the wall. “But I want an answer, and I wanted one days ago.”
I pinned him right back up against the wall with my forearm pressed to his throat. The fear left his face, and he laughed at me. Fucker was messing with me! Again! I’d teach this asshole a lesson.
I grunted as I pressed my arm tighter up against his jugular, cutting off his circulation. I wanted to break his fucking neck. Sebastian was a goddamn psychopath. One moment he quivered with fear, leaving me thinking he’d answer, and the next he was a damn maniac!
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
