Chapter 9
Adelaide
Iwoke abruptly when I felt someone lift my hands above my head, and I heard a soft click.
“What the hell?” I yelped in surprise.
“Did you think you could humiliate me and face no consequences?" Selene smirked evilly at the predicament I was in.
“I think she actually did,” Beatrice said coyly.
I noticed that Beatrice had cuffed my wrists. She’d looped them around a bar extending from the wall behind my bed, used for IV bags.
“You better let me go, asshole. My nurse will be back here at any moment.” I jerked against the cuffs to no avail.
“Who do you think snuck us in here?” Selene laughed, “She’s a friend of my family.”
Beatrice pulled a small knife from her pocket. “What should we do first?”
Selene slapped me so hard I felt my lip bust open. “I don’t know; So many choices, so little time.”
“That looked like fun.” Beatrice dropped an elbow into my gut.
I was gasping for breath as Selene raised my bed, almost pulling my arms from their sockets.
“Now we have better access,” She smiled in satisfaction right before punching me in the stomach.
Before the pain even had time to register, Beatrice followed her punch with another exactly in the same spot.
At that point, I’m sure my face was purple from the loss of oxygen, and I continued trying to draw in a breath, helpless to defend myself. I knew these two were assholes, but I hadn’t recognized how truly evil they were.
I hope that oversight wasn’t going to get me killed.
“Wait, I think she’s trying to say something.” Selene smirked, “Did you want to beg for mercy?”
I finally took in enough air to form words: “You hit… like a… bitch.”
Selene scowled and then struck me so forcefully that I heard my nose crack and saw spots. I’d lied, she hit harder than should have been possible for a Passive with no Faction. But fuck if I’d admit that to her.
I felt something cold run across my face. When I regained my vision, I saw a knife glinting in the bedside light.
“I bet the guys won’t be as interested in her if we scar her pretty face. Maybe take out one of those golden eyes.” Beatrice smiled evilly as she gently stroked my face with the knife.
“We might not be able to get away with that, but shaving her hair would be an acceptable option," Selene smiled indulgently at Beatrice.
“But I wanted to see what she would look like without an eye.” She pouted, “and you know what the sight of blood does to me.”
Selene chuckled, “I know, sweet girl.” She moved closer to Beatrice and gave her a long kiss that had both of them moaning in desire. “I never said I’d shave her head gently; that knife issharp, so there will probably be some cuts and gashes along the way.”
Beatrice giggled, “Let’s do it together.”
“Great idea. The couple that plays together, stays together.” Selene laid her hand over Beatrice’s on the knife handle and moved it in my direction.
I jerked and tugged on the cuffs, but I couldn’t get loose. This was going to suck. As much as I abhorred giving them the satisfaction, I felt tears come to my eyes in frustration at my helplessness.
“Fuck you! You’re cowards. You couldn’t beat me in a fair fight, so you decided to prove just how chickenshit you are.” I said, struggling to move away from the knife.
“You have me confused for someone who cares; It doesn’t matter how I win, just as long as I do,” Selene smirked.
