“You’ve changed,” I whisper, my smile gone, when Jaga seals him up again, stepping back to assess her handiwork.
“Mmm. I think I did it wrong. Should have started with his dick. After all, the rot is a venereal disease. I simply infected him whole, but that’s not accurate. Bugger.”
A moment later, Nienad’s flaccid member swells unhealthily, the flesh growing purple and blotchy. It leaks a foul, greenish substance, and his screams become inhuman. Jaga prods his manhood with the handle of her knife. It swells more and more as she urges the illness on.
I have a split second’s warning before it bursts. I just manage to put up a shield. For some reason, Jaga doesn’t even try to protect herself. Maybe she enjoys the filth.
“I overdid it,” she says with a sigh while Nienad’s head hangs limp. He’s still alive, but barely. “Lech said proper rot makes men’s dicks fall off, not explode. I think I’ll keep him alive and work out a cure, just as you said. I still hate you for creating this disease.”
“Then punish me,” I demand, doing my best not to look at what remained of Nienad’s crotch. It’s gruesome even for my tastes, and yet, I’ll let her do it to me.
Anything to get her forgiveness, and maybe someday, her trust.
Jaga twirls her knife thoughtfully, looking me up and down. Finally, she bares her teeth in a snarl.
“You think I can’t really hurt you, don’t you? After I’m done with you, you’ll never underestimate me again, devil boy.”
Chapter thirteen
Perverse
Jaga casts a weak healing spell on Nienad to make sure he won’t bleed out and flicks her fingers at me. A chain materializes around my throat. It goes through a loop, the other end twining around her palm. When she pulls, the chain tightens. I stumble forward, carried by the weight of my antlers. Her narrowed eyes watch me with serpentine coldness. She expects me to balk, but the joke’s on her.
I’m harder than ever.
She sees it, too, her brow arching in contempt. “Do you have a thing for Nienad or ruptured cocks?”
“I have a thing for you choking the shit out of me.”
I come close enough for the chain around my throat to slacken. Jaga’s lip curls.
“It’s because you like pain.”
“Only the pain from your hand, love.”
She regards me for a moment, then smiles. Cold shivers of foreboding skitter down my back, settling at the base of my spine where arousal tingles.
“Oh, Woland. Once I’m done, all your lies will tumble out, just like his guts. Come along.”
She pulls me into my throne room. With a flick of her finger, she sends the table clattering against the wall. Another lazy spell, and a large, half-translucent upright wheel appears in its place, just like the one she used to torture Nienad, only larger.
I stand with my back to it, raising my arms high and flexing my muscles. I am on display for her, and Jaga’s cool gaze slides down my body. When she claps her hands and invisible ropes pull my wrists and legs secure to the wheel, I gasp with lust.
I told her the truth. If it’s from her hand, I’ll love it. Whatever it is.
“Tighter,” she mutters under her breath as I clench my hands into fists. “And… Yes.”
My legs slide farther apart until I’m spread open, my body symmetrical within the wheel, limbs equal lengths apart. I gasp out a laugh, the stretch in my thighs burning in the best way. She presses her lips tightly together, watching me critically, then whispers something. My hooves rise higher as wooden supports appear beneath them.
“Yes.” Jaga twirls her finger, and the wheel spins once, slowly. The tips of my antlers scratch the floor when I’m completely upside down, and she brings me back to the initial position.
“Play until you stop hating me,” I purr, looking into her eyes that want to be indifferent, but burn with badly concealed fury. “Do whatever you want.Please.Play until you love me again.”
“You’re precious. Let’s see.”
She reaches for one of the knives sheathed at her belt and comes closer. My cock twitches at her proximity, and she smirks, shaking her head.
“No self-preservation in that thing,” she says with contempt. “You’ve been untouchable for too long.”
