Page 74 of Merciless

He knows as well as I do that I can’t move.

“Ready?” he asks.

I don’t answer, but apparently, he doesn’t actually give a shit because not even a second later, whatever is on my nipple tightens and then turns into a burning pain.

“MOTHERFUCKER,” I roar as the burn only intensifies.

The pinching releases and there’s tugging.

“What the fuck did you just do?” I ask, although I’m pretty sure I have a good idea.

“More?”

“You mean I have a choice?”

He chuckles. “No more than Tommy did before my baton broke his ribs,” he mutters before moving to the other side and repeating his previous actions.

I expect the pain this time, and instead of screaming like a little bitch, I grit my teeth and bear it. Although I’m pretty sure I don’t breathe until he steps back.

“Are you just standing there admiring your handiwork, you creep.”

“It looks good,” he confesses.

“I’m glad you approve. Can I go now?”

Before he gets to answer, there is a loud bang somewhere in the distance and then footsteps running down the stairs.

“Oh shit, bro. What did you do?” JD gasps.

Every inch of me wants to curl in on myself, but I force my shoulders wider and hold my head high.

“Fuck. That’s hot.”

Both their eyes on me makes my skin burn.

“Help me get this motherfucker back into his cell, yeah?” Reid asks.

“What about me?” I demand.

“What about you? Right now, we’re enjoying the view too much to really care, Dove.”

“Fuck you.”

“Hmm, now there’s an idea. I assume you haven’t forgotten that scene I painted for you yesterday. Such a shame to see this cunt is making use of one of the ceiling hooks I promised you, huh?”

“What scene?” Reid asks.

JD laughs. “Oh, bro. It was epic. I’m not sure you could handle it though. Ow,” JD hisses when I assume Reid punches him.

The minutes drag on as the two of them work in silence to get Tommy back in his cell. All the while, I’ve no choice but to sit there with my jersey tucked up and my burning tits on display.

They burn like a motherfucker. But I guess I’d better get used to it because I don’t think it’s going to be fading anytime soon.

My teeth grind.

It would be easy to think they’ve disappeared. But I know they’re still here. I can feel their stares burning into my skin.

“You’re a pair of creeps standing there in silence staring at my tits. I hope you know that,” I fume. “Take a photo if you love them that much.”

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