Page 11 of Deceiver

“Your cock says otherwise,” I throw back.

“You think because I want to stick my dick inside you that it means I care?”

Ouch.

Those words hurt, and he knows it.

“What’s stopping you then?” I challenge, acting as if my heart isn’t aching from his cruel sentence.

“I don’t fuck liars.”

“Really? Because your wife is a pretty good liar, yet it doesn’t stop you fucking her.”

“You’re right, it doesn’t. At least I know she has my back.”

Those words slash right through my heart, and I swallow the thick lump that rises in my throat. Out of all the things he could have said, that one hurts the most. It’s in this moment, I realize that nothing I can say to him is going to make a difference. He has made up his mind about me. Everything we shared clearly means nothing.

The roaring pain in my body is almost deafening as I rasp, “Get these cuffs off.”

He looks momentarily confused, shocked by my outburst.

“Get them off,” I scream, so loudly he flinches and takes a step back, the space between us feeling cold almost immediately.

He reaches for a tool on the bench, I don’t know what it is, and I don’t care. My entire body is shaking, my stomach is turning and tears are rolling down my cheeks. I’m angry, I’m ashamed, I’m hurt and I’m disappointed in myself. So many emotions that I can’t make sense of. Western tugs and pulls, and then I hear a loud click and my hand drops to my side. I turn immediately, walking toward the door, the tears threatening to send me into complete undoing.

I pause when I reach it and turn, glancing at him.

“For someone who has been through so much, I expect bitterness. You have had an unfair life, you got dealt a bad hand. I don’t blame you for that, how could I? It has made you cold, it has hardened your heart, and I know I’ll never change that. You should know, though,Nightmare, that I never set out to hurt you. If you knew me at all, you would know that I was doing it because I knew someone had done you wrong. I was on your side. I was fighting for your freedom. Thanks for showing me that all along I was wrong, you really are a monster.”

With that, I turn and leave the shed.

The still silence following behind me.

3

Leaving the clubhouse, my mind a complete mess, I momentarily forget that I’m here with Luna. I’m so caught up in my own emotions, so tangled in the pain consuming my body, that I walk out of the front gates and onto the road. Moving down it, my head a complete blur, I force my body to move. It’s only after a few minutes that I stop and remember that I have a friend inside who can give me a ride.

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