He slides the knife down my cleavage, sending a burning to the surface and the feel of blood dripping on my stomach. The coldness of the knife touches me, while he slides the hook under the thin, lacy material between my breasts, and with a small tug, my bra falls open, freeing and exposing them to his fucked-up torture.
“Nice. Tell me. Does my brother spend time cherishing these?” I keep my head up and look him straight in the eyes, while his rough hands move over my chest and around each of my nipples. “I think I should send him a picture of this. Give him something to remember you by.” His voice is full of revenge.
He takes out his phone and pulls one of my nipples tight between his fingers before he takes the picture. I watch his every move as he looks down to his phone, his fingers flying, and I can only assume he sent it to Kaleb, because the phone rings before he has the chance to place it back into his pocket. The smile on his face tells me I’m right.
The sound of Kaleb yelling fills the room even though he’s not on speaker. I want to scream and tell him I love him, but I don’t. I can’t give Ty the satisfaction of knowing I’m gutted inside with what may happen. I know Kaleb is dying inside. I know exactly how he feels.
“You like that? I can send you a few more if you don’t shut your fucking mouth. This isn’t your game, big brother. I’m calling the shots this time.” I can feel Kaleb’s pain through the sound of his voice. I’m fighting like hell to keep the tears inside. This fucker can do anything he wants to me, but when I get the chance to kill him, I’m doing it for Kaleb. I’m doing it for the shit he’s done to him in the past and the hell he put him through in Mexico.
“The next time I send you something, it’ll be a video. We can see if she likes it rough. If she enjoys it up her ass. How she likes being fucked by a real man.” He lowers his face to mine, allowing me to hear Kaleb clearly.
“Motherfucker. I swear I’m going to kill you slowly if you do anything to her.” His voice punctures through my heart. He’s desperate, and I know he’s dying to get to me. I have peace, knowing I have the tracker device in my leg. I work to flex my legs, checking for any pain around the device, and don’t feel anything. Except for the fact I’m stationery in this goddamn chair, unable to draw his pistol or any other weapon to help me get out of this situation. He’s a dick, and one wrong move on his part, and my hands will be out of these restraints and his head will be off that smug set of shoulders.
Thank god, he didn't miraculously find that device. I’m not an idiot, if they can make trackers, they can make devices that detect them just as easily.
“Now, now. Just do what you need to do, and I can promise to let you have her when I’m finished. It can be like the old days. You know, when you fucked a girl after I did.” Stare at me all you want, buddy. You won’t get a rise out me by talking about Kaleb’s past.
He starts pacing back and forth in front of me, those crazy eyes drinking my chest in.
He’s tormenting Kaleb with his words and bringing to surface more hatred than I’ve ever felt in my life.
“You want to hear me fuck her? I can definitely deliver, just keep running your mouth.” He rips the tape off of my mouth without any warning and grips between my legs, squeezing until he gets a whimper from me.
“Fucking let him know you’re alive.” He squeezes harder, and I hold in the piercing pain, not letting him win this jab at Kaleb. I fight through the sharpness and simply say, “I'm alive”, releasing a slow exhale with my words, hoping he won't hear my agony through my voice.
He grips harder before he rips his hands from his hold on me, pulling my clit as he does. Shit, the burn in my core travels up my stomach. I clench my legs together the best I can, trying to comfort the pain.
“She's a tough one, Kaleb. I'm gonna have fun breaking her.” He hits end on the call, and I grit my teeth harder, feeling the fire light up between my legs.
He sits on the edge of the bed beside me. He’s ruthless with his grip again, pulling me toward him with his fingers wrapped tightly around my throat. The grip of the legs on the chair catching on the shaggy carpet causes me to gasp when it gives and he pulls backwards.
“Fuck you, you sick bastard. You’ll never get away with this. He’ll find you, and he will kill you.”
I choke and scream my words out. Hell, I have no idea what kind of plans he has for me. If he wants me to shut up, he can tape my mouth back up, or he can shut me up himself.
“Let me show you how sick I am, sweetheart.” He yanks the chair hard, my head flopping backwards, and I have no control as he leans the chair back against the bed and puts his disgusting mouth on mine.
He forces his tongue in my mouth, and I contemplate biting it, but hold back, hoping he’ll continue with this distraction of his. I need thirty seconds, that’s all.