Page 69 of Merciless

I gasp in shock, my lips parting, and he makes the most of my surprise by tightening the rag across my mouth and quickly tying it behind my head.

“Asshole,” I hiss, although I doubt he can make the word out.

His smirk of satisfaction only grows.

“You won’t win here, Pet.”

I want to point out that he won’t get any of the answers he wants out of me while I’m gagged, but obviously, I can’t, so I simply glare.

“I think I like you better silent,” he taunts.

He studies me for a few seconds before he pulls rope from his back pocket and embarks on tying me to the chair again.

“I hate you,” I scream behind the rag.

I’ve no idea if understands me, but his grin grows and his eyes darken nonetheless.

The fact I’ve still got a fresh wound on my wrist doesn’t stop him from tying me up as tight as he did yesterday.

And this time, when I spread my legs, just to be a bitch, he doesn’t try to look away.

“Pretty,” he mutters, staring right at my pussy. “Shame it’s probably bitter as fuck.”

I growl as he continues to stare, and fuck if my body doesn’t react to his attention.

He notices too.

“Nothing but a cheap and easy whore,” he mutters before pushing to his feet.

Without giving me a second glance, he walks away. But he doesn’t go too far because the sound of a door opening and a guy crying out fills the air.

Oh my God, I mutter to myself when Reid emerges dragging a dirty, skinny guy behind him. His hands and ankles are bound with the same rope that ties me to the chair, but it’s clearly been there a while because it’s dark, dirty, and disgusting. I dread to think about the state of the skin beneath it. Although, if the blood that’s running down his arms is anything to go by, I’d say it’s not pretty.

I watch in horror, acid churning in my stomach, as Reid hoists the man up and hangs him from one of the hooks JD taunted me with last night.

My eyes widen as I take in the state of the man. He’s so skinny I can see all his ribs. His underwear hangs from his hip bones and his legs are stick thin.

Safe to say, he’s been here a while. And I’d hazard a guess that he did something pretty bad for it to have gone on this long.

He’s silent as Reid stands back and watches, his eyes tracking the cuts and bruises that litter the man’s body.

“Tommy here tried stealing from me,” Reid explains as if that excuses the state of this man. “He was a cocky asshole about it as well. Thought he was going to get away with it.”

Reid paces back and forth as the man swings from side to side.

“It’s been a while since we played, hasn’t it, Tommy?”

The man whimpers, clearly in pain.

“What should it be?” Reid muses as he walks over to his cupboard of toys and scans the offerings.

Eventually, he reaches for something, and when he steps back, he has a baton in his hand.

Fear rips down my spine, despite the fact that he’s not about to turn it on me. Or at least, I assume he’s not.

Ripping my eyes from Reid, I stare up at the man hanging from the ceiling and I find him watching me.

Bile races up my throat and I fight to force it back down.

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