“Uncertainty might perhaps be the cruelest thing a person can endure,” she said. “So I want to set your mind at ease.”
She leaned closer to him until her lips were right next to his ear, her breath rushing into it. It reminded Kid of his passionate, delicious encounters with Treycore—something he was sure he'd never get to experience again.
“I promise,” she whispered, “not to kill you until you regret the deal you made.” Pressing her thumb against his chin, she licked up his cheek.
Seeing Vera's more sadistic side left Kid feeling completely vulnerable. He hadn't realized the extent of the position he'd put himself in. He'd agreed to let her torture him in the most perverse ways she could possibly imagine. And being that she was an immortal from Hell, that was probably far worse than he'd considered.
Treycore struggled with his barbed rope. Blood splattered across the back of his shirt.
Vera took a step back. She nodded.
Craetis released Treycore's mouth and wrapped his arm around his neck. He pressed his lips to Treycore's ear. “I'm gonna enjoy this,” he said.
Deter stepped up to Kid.
Kid glanced up at him. Fear ravaged his mind. Graphic depictions of violence from horror movies tore at his emotions. How were these immortals going to kill him?
Deter grabbed him by his shirt collar and threw him against the wall.
Kid’s back slammed against a modern acrylic. As he hit the floor, the frame of the painting rammed into his side, tearing his shirt.
Vera rested her hands on the desk and leaned back.
Deter snatched Kid by his throat and lifted him off the floor. He slammed Kid's head into the wall. Once. Twice. Three times. It happened so fast that Kid didn't have time to react, and the blows left him immobilized. Deter threw him against the wall and pummeled him in the stomach. Kid moaned just as he had when he was being pounded by Treycore. Blood streaked from his temple to the corner of his mouth. He wanted to fall to the ground, but Deter's punches kept him pinned to the wall.
Deter finally stopped, and grabbing Kid’s shirt collar, ripped it down the middle. He pulled it off and slung him onto the desk. He gripped the back of his jeans and ripped down. The denim rubbed Kid’s skin raw. His ass was exposed, awaiting punishment. Vera opened another drawer and pulled out a paddle. As she came around the desk, she eyed Kid’s ass.
She tossed a glance to Treycore. “Looks like you’ve already done a bit of damage.” She handed Deter the paddle.
“No!” Treycore cried. “Deter’s too strong! It’s too much for him!”
Deter chuckled. His eyes were alight with enthusiasm. He held the paddle high in the air and thrust it down. Kid tightened his jaw, attempting to will himself into silence. But as the paddle slammed into his ass with immortal strength, he couldn’t help but scream out.
The pain was so severe, so intense. He knew that his body wouldn’t be able to handle much of this. Deter didn’t give him a moment to recover. He smacked the paddle against his ass again…and again…and again.
Tears showered from Kid’s eyes.
Don’t cry, you fucking pussy, he scolded himself.Don’t let them see you cry!But the pain was far too intense.
“Ah!”
“Stop it!” Treycore called out.
Vera’s fingernails dug into the desk. Her look wasn't as sadistic as before. It was aroused. As Deter intensified his next strike, Kid tightened his wrists against the barbed rope, hoping to distract himself from the pain. Another blow to Kid’s ass sent him into a fit of screams just as Maggie unleashed another cry from the nearby room.
