Kitlyn
After the doctor tended to Beck and me, two of Hector's burly guards escorted us to his room. They looked more like soldiers than guards.
Stone-faced, miserable, and armed. I was handed a small tube of ointment for the welts on my inner thighs and the long, angry one slashed across my stomach. The creep immediately snatched it from my hand, sticking it in his pocket.
Asshole!
I ended up with a few stitches in my vagina from the damage Juan left behind.
Just another routine fix in this hellhole.
Beforewe exited the infirmary, the doctor handed the guards a bottle of antibiotics to give to Hector to help stave off infection. We still had no clothes on and wore iron masks around our faces. We were marched through the main quarters just as we were.
I was not past the point of embarrassment yet. Naked, collared, masked; it still mattered to me. The manor felt deserted, and I was grateful. At least there were no other eyes to witness our humiliation.
Beck and I had seen better days. She walked beside me with her head bowed, eyes locked on the floor like she couldn’t bear to look up.
Her body was decorated with bruises and dotted with bite marks, but nothing severe enough to need stitches. Still, I worried the damage ran deeper. Her spirit, so cheery and upbeat before, seemed like it was already beginning to dim.
We came to a stop in front of a massive black iron door.
Shit. We’re here.
One of the guards knocked.
From the other side, a voice barked, sharp and annoyed—“Come in.”
The bastard’s already waiting.
My pulse jumped at the sound of Hector's voice. The name alone made my blood run cold. He wasn’t just cruel; he was evil in its purest form.
A man who fed off power and pain.
The guards shoved the door open and pushed us inside. We hit the bare floor hard, our knees crashing right in front of his polished Italian Brionis.
I moved to pull myself up, but Hector lifted a hand to stop me.
“No, kneel. Both of you. That’s where you belong in my presence.”
God, what a dickhead.
I wanted to spit on his ridiculously expensive shoes.
Fucking creep.
I looked around the room. I assumed this was his den. A pricey brown leather couch sat in one corner, and a brown leather loveseat sat in the opposite corner. A huge flat-screen television hung on the spacious wall.
The floor was dark cherry hardwood, covered by a good-sized black and gold area rug. Fresh red roses rested in crystal vases on the two end tables near the couch and loveseat. On the left was a door to a balcony. Unlike the red room we were tortured in earlier, the place looked warm and homey. I knew better, though. This was anything but homey.
He gestured to the guards.
"I believe you have a couple of things for me from the doctor."
The stranger handed him the ointment and antibiotics. He snatched both from the man's hand and dismissed the two guards.
"Stand outside. If I need you, I’ll whistle.”
Both men nodded and left. Beck and I were alone with this monster. I silently prayed he wouldn't beat or torture us anymore. We were both dealt enough pain to last a lifetime.
