Unreasonable?
Most certainly.
“Clearly you need some motivation. I can make this whole experience more pleasant for you or it can turn borderline chaotic. The choice is entirely up to you. But just to show you, I’m a woman of my word, let me demonstrate to you what is in store for you.”
I turn back to the table and pick up a knife. It’s heavy in my grasp and the blade gleams in the light as I move towards my victim. He will learn I’m not to be messed with and that I am a woman of my word. I will show him the darkness that is hiding beneath my surface.
I hold his hand down. His constant thrashing about is nothing. My power seeps out from my pores and it holds him in place. He will only move this hand once I’m done with him. But make no mistake. He will feel every single thing I do to his body, until he sings the song of my choosing.
Which is Jacin’s location.
I gently guide the knife over his finger, not pressing hard enough to slice through his skin, but enough to get my point across. But oh, if he only knew my thoughts running through my head.
“Last chance to make a genuine effort and answer me, where is Jacin.” I say all to calmly to him. He shakes his head in response. He thinks I won’t do it, even after the new piercing I just gave him.
“Fine, have it your way then.” I say to him and I grip his hand harder, because this is going to hurt like a mother fucker. I move to the side of him, I don’t want him kicking out his legs in an attempt to get rid of me and I bring the knife over his pinkie finger. I slowly run the knife down the finger, his eyes go wide at the site of what I’m doing. He thinks I’m going to remove it.
Wrong.
Once the knife reaches the tip of his finger, I slip the point of the knife under his nail and lift. And he fucking screams. I lift the nail up and right off. Blood coats the knife and pours out of where his nail should have been.
Alexanders legs are kicking out in response, he is trying to pull his hand back, but it won’t move, tears pour from his face and I just fucking smile. I don’t give him a chance to recover. I move onto the next one, I slip the knife under his nail and lift and remove. His whimpers echo in the room, as I move onto his middle finger. Lift and remove. Blood coats his hand, as it pools around the arm of the chair, running down to make another pool on the stone floor.
He looks like he wants to pass out from the pain, but I won’t let him. He won’t escape me so easily, he will feel each and every punishment I see fit, until he tells me what I want to know.
I flick my wrist and ice-cold water starts pouring from the stone ceiling. It hits his skin like nails, waking him up to a whole new torture. He starts to murmur, but the screwdriver that is firmly embedded in his lips won’t allow him to make coherent sentences. I flick my wrist again, the water stops, and I watch Alexander shiver from the ice-cold water. It soaks his clothes and the blood that was pooled around the chair has been washed down the drain.
I take a step closer to him and yank the screwdriver out his mouth. The pussy that he is, lets out an ear-piercing scream, as more blood now flows from his open wound.
“Oh, was that painful. I do apologise.” I say to him as he continues to whimper in pain.
“You psychotic bitch.” He whimpers out and I know I should be insulted. I’m not. He hasn’t seen nothing yet. This is just the beginning of a very short friendship, because when I am done with him, he will be begging me for his death. That I can promise him.
“Why thank you. I do enjoy your screams. I can promise you, if you don’t tell me what I want to know, you will scream until I rip your vocal cords from your pathetic body.” I threaten him while jabbing him with the blood coated screwdriver. “Now, where is he?” I ask him. My patience is wearing thin, and I slam the screwdriver through his knee cap. He won’t need it; he won’t be walking again.
He screams.
He cries.
And he fucking screams some more.
And then he vomits all over his body.
And I patiently wait it out. Once the echoes die down and his screams become whimpers. I move to stand in front of him. He doesn’t bother to lift his head and look at me. I start to think he has passed out from the pain, but he eventually moves his neck to the side, but still doesn’t acknowledge me.
Sweat runs from his hair, down his back. The ice-cold water has since dried on his skin. He stinks of blood, sweat, vomit and fear. The enchantress inside me is giddy. She is lapping up everything I’m doing and encouraging me to do more and more I will give out if I don’t get my answers.
I grip him by his hair and yank his neck back. His eyes finally find mine and I see the horror that cross his eyes when he takes me in. I would say he learnt his lesson and next time won’t take me for a liar. But his time is coming to an end and he knows it.
“Make it easy on yourself. It will be quick and painless. Tell me what I want to know.” I say to him and release his disgusting hair from my grip.
“Even if I told you, it wouldn’t make any difference.” He bites out at me, the flap of his lip moves about with every word he spits at me, I can’t help but want to rip the fucking thing off.
“Why?”
“You will never be allowed there, its warded, guarded and fucking protected with everything your pretty mind could even dream of.”
“Alright.” I say to him. He clearly needs more motivation than what I’ve given him and I’m more than happily to oblige him.
I move to the table in the corner of the room. I take in the tools, weapons and gadgets that could bring nightmares to life. I settle on the saw at the edge of the table. I will hack him limb from fucking limb if I must. He will eventually talk. I won’t let him die until I have my answers.
I pick up the saw and turn to look at Alexander. His eyes have glazed over but once they find their focus, he visibly stills and then starts to shake his head.
“I gave you a chance. Now don’t go spreading rumours in your afterlife about how unfair I am.” I tease him.
“Look, look, let’s just be reasonable now.” He pleads with me as I turn the shiny new saw in the light, which gleams of innocence, which I’m about to destroy.
“No.” I whisper out under my breath, because I’m done asking him. He will scream, either way.
I throw my magic out and clamp his legs still. His entire body is held still by my magic. I’m going to remove each limb from his body, he will talk. Eventually.
I move to crouch in front of him and line up the saw beneath the knee that doesn’t have a screwdriver protruding from it.
“Okay, okay. The only way you will get there is if you are taken.” He whimpers out to me and lets out a breath of relief when I remove the saw from his knee. I look up at him, to gauge how truthful his statement is. It seems like he is telling me the truth. So I stand before him, dropping the saw at my feet as I do so. He better keep talking.
“How do you get there?” I ask him.
“I’m taken there. We set up a meeting point, and then I’m taken.” He whimpers out some more.
“Who is behind all this?” I ask Alexander.
“I- I don’t kn-know. I’ve never seen him before. Only that he promises us freedom in exchange for Jacin.” He stutters out to me.
“Fine. You have been absolutely no fucking use to me.” I grumble out.
“Please, just end it. Please.” Alexander pleads with me. And I crouch down before him and smirk. I lift the saw once more and he lets out another whimper.
“Gladly.” I say to him, as I rip out the screwdriver that is in his kneecap and ram in through his throat. I watch as horror crosses his face as he slowly chokes on his blood, drowning out all his protests. He doesn’t even bother to fight it anymore. His end has come and I’m no closer to finding Jacin.
Chapter Twenty-One
“You breathed life into my black soul.” - Jacin
~Natalie~
I curl up on the couch. My stomach has been doing summersaults all morning and I just wan
t to sleep. Sleep sounds so good right now that I feel myself drift off while sitting curled on the couch. I shake myself awake, I can’t sleep knowing that whoever has Jacin is torturing him, while I’m sitting safe and sound on a couch. No. I need to do something other than sleep.
I need a plan to be taken. I need a plan that will not be obvious to anyone.
The couch next to me dips and I turn to look into beautiful green eyes and my heart breaks some more. Daxtin.
“Anything I can get you, Little Lady?” Dax asks me and I give him a weak smile in response.
“Your brother?” I say to him. Because I know I will feel better when he has returned to me.
“We will find him Little lady. Don’t worry. It’s only a matter of time.”
I smile weakly at him and return to closing my eyes. I need to eat, but I can’t keep anything down at the moment and the thought of food has my stomach churning. But I need to keep my energy levels up. Clearly my body and mind not working together, yet again.
“I thought you weren’t allowed here? I hope you won’t get into any trouble.” I say to Dax as my mind just wants to shut down from everything.
“I don’t give a fuck what the rules are, my brother is missing and like a flying fuck I’m just going to sit by and do nothing about it.” Dax bites out. But I don’t think he meant it in a horrible way. I think everyone of us are just under pressure. Jacin is gone. Why!
“Don’t worry Dax, your secret is safe with me.” I say to him and pat him weakly on the thigh, while closing my eyes involuntarily. Sleep, you bitch, I had all the time in the world weeks ago and now you need to make your presence known.
“Are you sure you are okay?” Dax asks me and I turn to look at him again.
“Yeah, Dax. I’m just tired and I think the stress is finally getting to me.”
“Sleep, I’ll watch over you, I will wake you if anything new comes up.” He says to me and pats the pillow next to him, so I can lay my head.
I nod my head at him, because I know he is right, I need to sleep and more importantly I need to keep my energy levels up. I lean my body down and my head hits the pillow before I can even stop myself. I fall asleep to Dax’s comforting humming.
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“Where do you think you are going, Little One?” Jacin’s voice pierces the darkness I’m walking through and I almost jump through the roof at the fright he just gave me.
“Jacin, shit. You gave me a fright.” I yelp out in surprise as I watch his form come through the darkness, which seems to part for him.
“You shouldn’t be so afraid of the darkness, Little One. It’s what our souls are made of.”
“Maybe yours, but I would like to think mine is still white and fluffy.” I tease him back, as I walk further into his office.
“Now where’s the fun in that?” Jacin asks me as his form appears from the darkness, as if he was always there to begin with.
“What were you doing?” I ask him, as his grim expression comes into view.
“Keeping shit in line, keeping things from falling apart.” He says to me as I hop up onto his hard wood desk.
“Sounds like fun, want some help with that?” I ask him. Too which I’m being completely serious with because I’m bored out of my mind.
I watch him study me, his head is turned slightly, as his eyes run over my body. I’m not dressed to the nines, my face is bare of makeup, my hair is up in a messy bun, with some of it falling down my back from the weight of my hair, I’m dressed in simple shorts and a t-shirt. While Jacin, is in his usual. Black suit, black shirt, with a striped black and white tie. He is so put together and I look like I just crawled out of some hole I dug for myself.
I’m a confident woman. I try not compare myself to other woman. Thinking some are better than others, no, we are made the way we are. Embrace it, love it. But shit! Under his eyes, I start to think I should have at least brushed my hair and made it look pretty, thrown on some mascara and lipstick. With him dressed like that, I’m sure the woman that surround him are too put together.
I slowly bring my hand up to my hair and curl it around my ear. He hasn’t said anything, and his eyes are still slowly moving over my body, memorizing everything. A wave of insecurity washes over me and I shuffle off his desk, as he doesn’t say anything to me.
“Sorry, I will just go. Sorry if I bothered you.” I say to Jacin, which seems to snap him out of his daze. But before I can shift myself off his desk. He is there, in front of me, stopping my dismount.
“Where are you going, Little One?” Jacin asks me again. As he cages me in with his body, I have to lean back on the desk to look into his eyes.
“You seem busy, I will come back later.” I murmur out to him, as a small smirk develops on his face.
“What did you want, Natalie?” Jacin asks me. He hasn’t called me Natalie since in like forever. When did I start to become the emotional wreck because of a man?
“I just wanted to see you. But its fine. I will-.” I say to Jacin, but he doesn’t let me finish my sentence. His lips slam into mine, demanding entrance into my mouth. I can’t help the moan that escapes my mouth as his tongue thrusts into mine, fucking my mouth with his tongue. I can’t help the shivers that rack my body at what this man is doing to me.
His hands come up to my waist, holding me in place, as if I was going to even think about moving out of this. I definitely wouldn’t ever do that. I open my legs on response to his body and allow him to settle between my legs.
“I don’t think I will ever get enough of your mouth; you taste fucking delicious.” Jacin says to me as he breaks away from our kiss and starts to move his mouth over my jaw, giving me small kisses along the way. His hand moves up my body, pulling me closer to him as his hand finally tangles itself in my hair which he pulls back allowing him better access to my mouth. His lips return to mine, dominating my mouth and basically my entire existence.
“Even though you look sexy as fuck in these tiny shorts, I think you must get rid of them, now.” Jacin demands of me and I’m happy to comply with his demands. His fingers move swiftly over the buttons on my pants and I hear the zipper being opened. His hands come under my butt, massaging me through the rough denim material until he hooks his fingers into the shorts and pulls them down my body and over my legs. I hear them landing somewhere behind me as Jacin attacks my mouth once more.
“I need you. Fuck you don’t know what you do to me.” Jacin murmurs out to me in between kisses, as he pushes his hard erection between my legs.
“And I need you.” I say to him as I pull back from his kiss. “I- I need you to come back to me.” I say to him and I’m not sure why I would say something like that to him. Confusion crosses his face as he looks at me. I know he is standing before me, but something is tugging at my brain to remember.
“I’m right here Little One, I will never leave you, you are mine.” Jacin says to me as his hands start to run up my t-shirt, grabbing hold of my breasts that are still confined inside my bra. I can’t help but arch into his touch. He is like my match, that ignites the fire inside me. I can’t deny the chemistry we have with one another. Its strong. Its powerful and downright chaotic.
I lean into kiss him once more, our lips collide with one another, his tongue enters my mouth, demanding entrance I would always gladly give him, when I feel something hot and wet coat my cheek.
I pull back from our kiss to see what it is. Red coats my vision as I take in Jacin. Blood runs from his nose, his eyes and from his ears. I move my hand up to wipe it away, but my hand goes right through his face.
“Ja- Jacin. What is going on?” I murmur out. But he doesn’t acknowledge me. His eyes have gone vacant.
“Natalie.” A voice says from somewhere behind me, but I’m still too wrapped up in Jacin’s condition, I ignore it. I miss his touch; I reach out and my fingers only partially connect with his skin. I realize that this is what my body has been craving. Some sort of connection. But no other connection will do. Only his.<
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“Natalie!” The voice says again. But the voice is stern, more demanding. “Snap the fuck out of it.”
I shake my head, hoping to rid the vision of Jacin bleeding. I watch Jacin stand before me, as he slowly starts to disappear before my eyes. My arms fly out to grip onto his disappearing form, which he doesn’t seem to register that I’m sitting bare before him or the fact that he is bleeding, but I catch nothing but air as my hand runs through his form.
I’m dreaming.
Everything felt so real as if it was happening, I had him back, but now I know, it was just a dream. The dreams that will continue to haunt me until I have him back. I look down at myself and I’m now in the same sweatpants and tank top I had on when I fell asleep on the couch, next to Dax.
Dax.
I look over my shoulder. To see Dax leaning against the door frame with a stupid smug smile on his face.
“Looks like you were having a fantastic dream.” He says jokingly.
But my eyes leave his and look back to Jacin’s form that is now just a blur, along with everything else in the room. I hold back a sob that threatens to come out from seeing Jacin fade from view.
“What are we doing here.” Dax asks me as he makes his way into the room and takes in the surroundings. We were in Jacin’s office. But not anymore. We look like we are in some sort of cell. And I’m no longer sitting on Jacin’s office desk. I’m sitting on what looks like it’s supposed to be a bed. The chains rattle against the brick wall as Dax runs his hands against them. Sending a chilling sound that echoes around the small cell we are in.
“The question should have been where the hell are we?” I say to Dax as dread fills my already unsettled stomach.
“I know where we are, Natalie. We are in what you can call human hell.” Dax simply states as he continues to move around the tiny cell we are in.
“Hell? Why would we be there? I remember falling asleep on the couch, so how did we get here.” I ask Dax.
“We must have both fallen asleep and you dragged me into your dream walk.”
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