Page 27 of Make Her Bleed
Humanity is the most annoying part of being a living, breathing creature. Humanity is a weapon used against someone.
If you care, you can be exploited. If you care, you're a victim.
I pull my shirt over my head and toss it on the wet ground before charging into the shack.
As soon as I step inside, I start punching the wall between what was once the kitchen and the living room; I keep punching until blood starts spilling down my fingers, the wall becoming stained in red with each punch I deliver.
I'm not weak. I'm not human. I'm an unfeeling demon in a humanoid shell.
I slam my body into the wall and the plaster crumbles until I break through the other side and slump down on one knee, heaving breaths forcing through my clenched teeth.
That did it like it does every single time. It snipped the thread on my humanity. Now, I don't give a flying fuck about Aria James. If she were standing in front of me right now, I'd rip her heart out with a single swing of my fist without thinking twice. I wouldn't even fucking blink.
But, I have plans for her, and I need to stay on course.
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Even with mylittle hostage chained up in her room with brand-new shackles, the world doesn't pause. I have a responsibility to the team I've created.
Not to mention, I have my little hostage's guardian to deal with. If he did let her go, I want to dangle the consequences of that in his face and make him hurt.
I don't bring up Aria for hours while we charge the guys up and down the field, running suicides.
"We found Aria," I start with a level voice, folding my clipboard under my arms.
I don't look at Tom but I see how he stiffens in my peripheral vision.
"You did, huh?"
"She didn't make it far before some asshole ran her off the road. Your car is totaled, for sure."
I look at him, gauging his reaction. He looks distraught but I can't tell if there is guilt mixed in there.
"Is she okay?" he asks, his voice mildly breaking.
Pesky little emotions.
"She'll live. My father took a look at her. Some bruising and a mild concussion. It could've been worse. She's fully recuperated now, but she ratted you out." I wait for a reaction, but he has none. "Why the fuck did you tell her about C-4?"
"What the hell was I supposed to do when I walked through the front door and foundmy daughtercovered in bruises? You wouldn't understand. You don't care about anyone but yourself. You've made that abundantly clear. I'm not like that. I love my daughter. My only regret is that I didn't warn her beforehand, that I didn't tell her not to trust you. I know you well enough to figure it was you who put those bruises on her. Am I right?"
Does he really think I'll shy away from answering that just because we're talking about Aria? I've never been one for tact.
"Absolutely. Every last one of them," I say nonchalantly. "The only condolences I offer is I made sure she enjoyed the last leg of her experience thoroughly, whether she wanted to or not."
I'm quite proud of that bit. It wasn't hard at all to make Aria orgasm, and it felt so incredible when she did. Then, she submitted to me and stopped all fighting.
That was my ultimate pleasure. Making her submit through pleasure instead of pain.
I've never cared much for sex. I prefer to watch instead of participate but I needed to own her pleasure, make her submit to me. She can deny it all she wants but she loved being fucked by me, and she needed the orgasm I gave her as much as I did.
I have never had such an incredible release as I did when she made me come undone. Our history should’ve made me uncomfortable with it or at least unattracted to her, but it had no effect on my desires.
"You're fucking sick," he sneers in disgust. "She's not just some girl. She's my daughter, a girl you helped raise for a good bit of her childhood, and you had no problem raping her?"
He knows as well as I do that I didn’t just help raise Aria fora bit. "Nope. None at all. Don't fucking kid yourself, Tom. Aria isn't innocent. She's just like her mother in every fucking way. You can't be so blind as not to see the way she has looked at me or the guys since you both moved here. She doesn't have respect for the fact that you're the assistant coach of this team. She was screwing Blaine of all people. The eyes don't lie. She may not have wanted it right then or how we did it but Aria is a slut in her own way."
Tom can judge me for my choices all he wants but he's made similar decisions all on his own. He likes to think I'm a monster all because of who it concerns right now but he's done plenty of beastly things, even when Aria was at home studying or screwing Blaine.
