Chapter 29
Vera locked Hayde’s wrist in a cuff, his opposite wrist already bound in another. He hung from the top of a rectangular metal frame she’d wheeled in, clearly just for the purpose of tormenting him. It had chains with cuffs in either corner at the top and bottom, and as she finished with his wrists, she moved on to fix the cuffs around his ankles.
“Don’t you fucking hurt him!” Kinzer shouted.
“Oh, Kinzer,” Vera said. “We’re going to hurt him. And it will be…excruciating.”
While she was busy making sure his bindings were secured, Janka wheeled in a cart from the entrance into the room, the same one Vera had so proudly entered through earlier. Janka moved slowly, taking his time, as though he had as much as he could have possibly needed, as if now that he was taking over all the realms, it was his to command at his whim.
Kinzer struggled with his own collar and tugged at the chain against the wall.
Helpless.
Struggling.
Defeated.
It reminded him of the way his journey began, with him waking in a sex-slave racket, chained to a dirty, worn bed. But this time, he wasn’t concerned about his own well-being. Just Hayde’s.
Hayde was still unconscious. They’d stripped him down so that he was totally exposed—that beautiful but scarred body as perfect as ever…to Kinzer. Janka had teased Hayde with some shocks before they had left to find the tools to torture him with. Hayde fell in and out of consciousness, clearly disoriented as fuck.
Kinzer growled as he struggled in vain with his bondage.
“It’s been so long since we’ve truly gotten to enjoy an experience like this,” Vera said.
“It has,” Janka agreed as he stopped his cart just a few feet from Hayde.
Vera turned her attention to Kinzer and walked around the metal frame and the cart. “You know what it’s like when you get so caught up in work that you never make time for play? Perhaps not. You seem to always make a little time for play, don’t you, Kinzer? Maybe a little too much.”
“Seems to be why you’re in this tricky position right now,” Janka said with a snicker.
Vera whirled back around to face Hayde. She stroked the back of her hand down his chest and abs to his cock. She gripped around his balls before turning back to Kinzer.
“I could rip them right off right now,” she said, a delighted smile across her face. “I could claw my fingernails into the flesh and tear. I don’t think I’d get both balls right away, but I’d steal one and then come back for the other.”
She studied Kinzer’s expression before releasing Hayde’s nuts. “Relax, Kinzer. I would never be so foolish as to create such a severe injury from the start. Haven’t you realized that by now? What would be the point of making him experience the worst so early on? Then there’s nothing to build up to.”
Janka rifled through the contents on his cart, which was covered in black boxes, surely filled with whatever torture devices tickled Vera’s fancy. Janka pulled out knives, daggers, whips, chains.
Vera glanced between the cart and Kinzer. “You like my collection, Kinzer? You know I’ve always had a talent for collecting intel, even from the most stubborn of immortals. But sometimes I just want to play.”
“You fucking cunt!”
Her smile expanded. She beamed—glowed. “Yes, I am the most delicious…the most satisfying…the most pleasurable of all cunts.”
“Well, my dearest cunt,” Janka said. “Perhaps you can help me select the most perfect of torture devices for our little flit.”
She stepped behind the cart with Janka, moving ever-so-slowly, like she just wanted to leave Kinzer hanging in suspense.
A part of him hoped his friends might come to his aid, that someone could stop this madness, but Kinzer knew that was as much of a fantasy as any of his desperate pleas for pity from the relentless, unforgiving universe.
A universe he was totally alone in.
Vera reached down to the lowest shelf and retrieved a box, which she handed to Janka. “I think you will find this can be incredibly satisfying. I always enjoy it most.”
He opened the top, and a sly smirk shifted across his face before he turned his gaze to Kinzer. “Vera, and here I thought you wanted to work up to the worst.”
“You’ll have to work up to get this in him,” she assured him.
