Page 59 of Torment

With small, slow strides he started toward her, slanting his head to the side. “I remember thinking that I’d never wanted anything as badly as I wanted you. The way you used to flip your hair, exposing that beautiful silky skin of your neck, making me wish I could taste it. And your sweet scent that would fill the air whenever you walked into a room—God, it was intoxicating.” He smiled. “I remember wanting to know if your pussy smelled and tasted just as sweet.”

Scarlet cringed as she listened to his every word coated with pure fucking evil.

He pulled his hand through his hair, taking a deep breath. “God, Little Red. You used to drive me crazy—the way you teased and taunted me with those short little dresses you wore, showing off those long, curvy legs, making me wonder what was hidden between them. I remember how your tits were permanently shoved in my face with all the low-cut shirts and dresses you wore. I would lie awake in bed at night wondering what your warm breath would feel like skidding over the skin of my neck while I had you beneath me—what you felt like from the inside. It drove me insane.Youdrove me insane.”

“You’re a sick, twisted son of a bitch, Brent.”

“Am I? Am I really? You wanted it, Little Red, just as much as I did.”

“Fuck you.”

“Deep down, you know you teased me on purpose. You know you made me want you. So if I’m asick, twisted son of a bitch, it’s because of you.”

Scarlet swallowed hard while Brent continued to paint a very clear picture of how he convinced himself that she hadseducedhim. It was all so fucking wrong.

She shook her head, thinking back, knowing she never once thought he would look at her in that way. Not once. Even though he was adopted, she saw him as family, a brother…not as a man who would have a sexual interest in her.

Brent stopped in front of her, his face inches from hers. She had to fight the urge to close her eyes and cower. She had to force herself to ignore the fear and the panic, and to show him that she was no longer the weak young girl he had raped multiple times.

He took her chin in his hand and forced her head to the side as he leaned closer to her ear, dragging his slimy, wet tongue up her neck before he whispered, “But the one thing I remember the most, Little Red, was how you felt when I ripped your soul out of you, again…and again…and again. How fucking euphoric it felt to be inside you, to make you mine.”

No.

“Fuck you, you son of a bitch!” Scarlet screamed.

She screamed so fucking loud, her panic morphed into blinding rage. Hearing the pleasure that coated his every word sent a wave of fury crashing through her very being and she started to violently thrash, swinging from the chains while she screamed like a mad person, wanting to get loose so that she could tear his fucking skin off. All she could think about was making him pay in the worst possible way.

Brent stepped back and watched with an amused grin on his ugly, pale face as she fought helplessly against the chains. It was clear as day he was enjoying every damn second of it all. He enjoyed tormenting her just like he always had.

There was a slow, faint trickle that moved down her arms as her wrist started to bleed from the metal slicing through her skin. But she felt no pain. All she felt was blinding rage, and nothing else.

“Why don’t you just fucking kill me already?”

“Kill you? Why would I kill you, Little Red?”

Scarlet stopped thrashing. “Don’t act like that hasn’t been your plan all along. You want me dead so you can finally get full control of Grandmother’s money.”

Brent frowned. “Is that what you think? Do you think I want to kill you just to get my hands onyourinheritance?”

“Isn’t it?”

He lifted a brow. “Of course not. I have power of attorney over the estate.”

“Which means all your expenses are being watched.”

“True.” He started pacing, his arms behind his back. “But according to the trust, I’m using the money for investments. Investments they think are legit. Believe me, Little Red, I’m making more than enough money from those investments alone, money the trust has no idea about.”

Scarlet kept staring at him, feeling completely overwhelmed and confused. “Then why?”

Brent studied her with his hazel-colored eyes before he started to laugh—a loud, cackling, evil sounding laugh that not even the devil could mimic.

“Oh, my dear, dear Little Red. All these years you thought I wanted you dead? I can assure you, you couldn’t have been more wrong.”

He moved toward her like a predator, his intentions plastered all over his face. He wanted to tear her apart and devour her inch by fucking inch.

Scarlet swallowed hard. “You really are a sick, demented, vile son of a bitch, aren’t you?”

Brent smiled. “I have to admit, I love the new, feisty you. It’s only going to make this so much more fun.” He clapped his hands together while he continued watching her. “I am going to have so much fun breaking you again, Little Red.”

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