Page 55 of Dark Torment

The smell of piss is everywhere, and I smile at him. Level one of my torture is complete. A man with such self-importance being left to defile themselves, is embarrassing and degrading for them.

“Will you kill him once he tells you?” Dev’s voice pulls me out of the glee I’m feeling and back into my anger.

“Once I believe he’s paid enough for trying to have my woman killed, and for all the horrible things he’s said to her over the years. Yes.”

He lets out the breath he was holding. “Good. From what I’ve gathered by watching Lo, he’s a royal prick. She loathes him. It’s in so many of her journals. She keeps fucking journals, man,” he says, and I chuckle.

“That’s not actually that uncommon. But… why Lo?” I ask, wondering why he’d be calling her that.

“Because her middle name is Laura-Ann. Lo feels more fitting than some generic nickname that every other Shelby would have.”

I snort at how sunk he is for her. “I’m sure she’ll hand you your nuts when she finds out about your habits,” I joke, and he laughs.

“And I look forward to it. Go get the answers you need so we can keep our women safe.” He hangs up the phone at that.

“You know, Ben,” I say, opening up the surveillance camera to her room, before turning the picture for him to see. “Someone tried to kill her in the middle of town this morning.”

I watch as he looks at his sister on the screen, but nothing shows on his face. No remorse for his involvement. Nothing.

“This innocent woman is caught up in a wicked game you and your father are playing, and I want to know why.” I pull my phone away. Setting it on my workbench to the side, I make sure the volume is up in case she needs me.

“You want the truth? Yeah, Dad put a hit out on her, and I knew about it,” he spits out, trying to seem strong when he’s not.

“I already surmised that much, asshole. Tell me why!” I snap, and he smirks.

“Nah, I’m good. You may as well just kill me,” he says. He looks like he believes he’ll keep all their secrets, but he won’t.

“You really think I’d let you die that easily?” The smirk falls off his face. “That’s naïve thinking on your part.” I move over to the bag I left in here yesterday and carry it back to him.

“I’ll never tell you. Dad will get what he wants, and you’ll lose her. Hope you fuck her fat ass first,” he taunts, and I clench my fists together.

I know what he’s doing. He’s scared of what’s in that bag, so he’s trying to make me angry enough to kill him. Too bad it won’t work.

Doesn’t mean I can’t punch him, though. Hauling my fist back, I hit him right in the jaw and hear teeth flying as he whimpers in pain. The sound soothes me more than I thought it would.

“It won’t work. I’m a lawyer, Ben. You think people haven’t tried to get me to act out in anger before?” I punch him again, this time on the side of the head. I can’t break the fucker’s jaw when I need him to talk.

“Fuck you,” he spits out, his voice a little slurred from the hit his head took. It’ll straighten itself out in a minute or two.

“You’re not my type. And even if you were, I’d still never touch your dick.” I shudder in revulsion at the idea of even going near that part of him. “Your sister, though? God, she’s so fucking hot.” I smirk at the unease in his body. “That curvy, voluptuous ass that I can’t wait to spank while I’m taking her and making her mine. All while she’s screaming my name in ecstasy. Mmm.” I lick my lips, and he pukes, making me laugh.

“You’re disgusting.” He shakes his head.

“No, I’m in love. You’re the disgusting one in the room. I mean, really, Ben. You reek of piss.”

The shame that floods his face is something I will thrive on for a long fucking time.

“I wonder what your father would think of you now? Probably call you a disgrace and beg Olivia to be a part of his family again. Too bad it’s far too late for either of you,” I say, opening the bag and pulling out the pliers I had used on Matthew.

They’re still coated in his dried blood, but I’m looking forward to using them for other things. I may even tear Ben’s fingers down to the bone, too. That was an oddly satisfying thing to do.

We’ll have to see how long Ben here lasts. Setting them down on the ground, I look toward Ben through my peripheral vision and see his eyes locked on the pliers.

Perfect. “Don’t worry. The chances of you getting an infection from the blood contamination are zero. You’ll be dead long before it could become an issue,” I say happily, and he swallows.

Pulling out the crowbar and hunting knife next, I lay the knife beside the pliers before standing back up.

Without saying a word, I smile at him, bringing the crowbar back and swinging it down into his kneecap.

His screams fill the room as he fights the shock of pain. After a moment, I repeat the same blow to his other knee. He hollers from the impact, but recovers a little quicker as sweat breaks out on his forehead.

“Fuck you,” he hisses through his teeth.

“No thanks. Though, you all say that when you’re in my chair. I’m beginning to think I need to modify it with a hole, so I can shove shit up your asses. At least I’d be making your dreams come true then.” I tap my chin in thought.

If I was going to make torture a more permanent thing, that could be useful. Although, I don’t really want to touch anyone’s ass unless it’s Olivia’s.

“Nah, that’s too messy, and not in the fun way.”

He makes a choked sound, and I laugh. “Lighten up, Ben. Before the end of the night, you’ll be telling me all your secrets. Just think of it as a sleepover of sorts!”

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