Page 24 of Game of Hell
“I want you to listen and learn.” I whisper and step back from her. As I drop my hand back to my side the glass nips her bottomlip. She squeezes her eyes shut but opens them just as fast, refusing to submit to the pain.
“I’ll never listen to anything you say, Ronan. Everything you’ve told me not to do you have done. You have no remorse for anything that you do. Your lack of integrity shows just how fucked up you are.” She spits and blood trails from her chin to the floor.
Her words send a pang of guilt and something else through my heart—something I don’t want to face and I never will. They’re true but they make a spike of anger swirl through me. I clench my hand by my side and turn away from her.
She’s corrupting my thoughts, making this game harder to leave behind. I haven’t slept since being here, I can’t, not with her sitting a few feet away from me—breathing the same air as me. Everything within me amplifies and a deep hatred buries itself in my gut.
I hate myself. I hate the way she makes me feel. I hate that I feel sorry for her. I hate that I want to protect her. I fucking hate all of this.
“Tell me that you want me. Tell me you feel the same way that I do.” I turn back to her, my voice just above a whisper.
“What?” Her head snaps up from the ground.
“I want to hear you say that you want me too.” I stalk closer to her, breathing her in and hating the way my body responds.
“I don’t want you.” She mumbles and a smirk spreads across her lips.
I wrap my free hand around her throat, loving the way her slim throat feels beneath my palm. I can snap her neck so easily and she wouldn't even have time to blink before she dies.
“Tell me.” I sneer and shake her. Her smirk widens because she knows she has the upper hand. She knows those words have more control over me than they should.
“Fuck it, I tried to be the nice guy.” I pull away and the smirk instantly falls from her face.
“What does that mean?” She goes back to shaking the chains. Her wrists most likely raw from her pulling on them.
I walk away and over to the table full of jars. I grab one full of spider eyes and unscrew the top.
I tilt my head as I turn back to her, keeping the distance between us. She looks absolutely breathtaking hanging there for me. No matter how tough she thinks she looks, if you look closer her hands shake from anticipation or fear I'm unsure.
“What are you going to do with that?” She murmurs, her eyes tracking the way I toss the lid behind me.
The horrid smell of chemicals greet me again, but stronger. I wonder if it’ll sting on her cuts? I carelessly throw the fluid at her. The splash of liquid against her skin sends a ring through my ears of straight bliss. Her screams follow as the eyes roll down her body and onto the floor with a damp thud. Her hair is drenched and her eyes are shut tightly. I laugh as I take in the scene in front of me, the sound is dark and cruel. How fast her fucking resolve flew out the window with one vile gesture.
“Do you think your words can hurt me, Little Devil? I’ve been told all my life how much of a fuck up I am. How I’ll get nowhere. If you think for one second I give a shit about morals, think again. I’ve only ever given a damn about myself, my needs—and right now I want to see you break. I want to see you suffer beneath my palm for being such a fucking brat this entire time.” I seethe and unscrew another jar.
Her screams have long stopped and the only sound is the liquid dripping from her body. Her eyes widen and gloss over with more unshed tears. The fear that has officially settled in her is palpable and the desire to keep her submissive, to bend her in ways unrecognizable, becomes stronger.
I consume her silence and adjust my cock. Thoughts run through my head at impeccable speed. There’s so much I can do to her like this, so much I can take.
Her lips part like she’s about to say something but I throw a jar of fermented rats on her. Her body wracks with sobs when the liquid hits her skin once more. This isn’t just about pleasure, it’s to see how she’ll react when she’s humiliated. If it’ll make her pussy throb just as much as my mask does. Her eyes remain on me, even as the liquid splashes her face, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks.
“What have I done to deserve this?” Her voice cracks and I step toward her.
I reach out to cup her face in my hand and softly wipe away some of the residue from her lips. She’s done nothing to cause any harm but to see her like this keeps me satisfied.
“Pain and pleasure changes a person. Once you learn to love it you’ll stop resisting it. Let me show you how it remakes you, how suffering can bend you into something greater.”
I lower my free hand down to her pussy and glide my fingers through her juices, lazily tracing her swollen clit. As I expected she’s soaking fucking wet. She whimpers as I slowly ease a finger into her, her teeth crushing her bottom lip to keep quiet. She doesn’t want me to know she’s loving every second, that she’s a slut.
I step behind her with very little distance between us, but keep inserting my finger into her. She trembles under my touch and her eyes flutter. I clench my jaw as my cock becomes painfully hard. All she has to do is say it, tell me that she wants me as much as I want her.
Her body is completely drenched in sweat, cum, and fermented fluids. I kiss her back lightly and lick my lips, the taste of salt and something sour greeting my taste buds.
I push a second finger into her and a low moan leaves her trembling lips.
“Do you like being treated like a slut, Little Devil?” I whisper against her ear. Her eyes shift to mine but she stays silent.
I curl my fingers and press my thumb to her clit. I swirl my thumb around the bud and her body wracks with pleasure.
