His fist lands on my cheek, and my head whips to the side. Blood pools in my mouth, but I simply spit it out.
I’ve had worse.
Now that I’m here, and I know what to expect, I can compartmentalize.
I can get through this.
“Mm. You’re making me horny,” I say with a giggle. “You always did hit like a bitch.”
Henry’s smile slips as he stares down at his fist. Bruises are forming on his delicate hand, and I know I’ve gotten to him.
He was never as lethal as he wanted to be.
“You’ll regret that.”
He picks up his boba and takes a long sip, chewing on the tapioca.
I stare at him as he steps toward a cart, and I know what’s under there. Tools, I’m sure. Things he’s going to use to torture me.
It’s all very expected.
I’m bored already.
“Why are you closing your eyes? I want you awake for this.”
I peek one eye open. “Just taking a nap.”
His jaw clicks. “The fuck you are.”
I sigh and then close my eyes again, trying to get a little rest in between torture. It’s always good for my mental state. I need to meditate to get through it.
“Open your fucking eyes.”
He slaps me with something, and I sigh, pain zipping through my cheek and down my neck.
“You could always ask nicely.”
“Open your fucking eyes and look at me.”
I don’t bother, which leads to another fist to my face.
“You should look at me,brother.”
That makes me giggle, even though my stomach twists.
“Adopted brothers, to be exact. Kinky, huh?”
“Did you know who I was?” I ask, and he winks at me.
“Sure did. You were a good fuck. Kinda sad we had to part ways.”
I roll my eyes, which earns me another punch to my face and one to my stomach.
“Just so you know, you weren’t that great. Passable, but I’ve had better,” I spit.
He laughs, but I see the flicker of annoyance in his eyes.
“It doesn’t matter. When we’re done with you, there will be nothing left. No one will even remember you.”
