Jude sighs and drops her foot, letting it swing back into place while he reaches for the other one. She kicks him. Marcus chokes her and I pull my knife as Jude sits back, cupping a hand over his mouth.
Gripping her breast in my hand, I tap the blade against her nipple. “You’re not in charge. Get that through your fucking head. Any other moves against us and I will rip your skin off inch by painful fucking inch.” Without ceremony, I lop off her nipple, the nub falling to the ground.
She screams, shrill and loud, and painful even to my ears. I shake my head at her. How she managed to join the FBI, let alone climb the ranks, is a mystery. I wouldn’t be surprised if her daddy paid for her position. No balls on her at all. Rather sad.
“Okay, Agnellino?”
Jude swipes at his split lip. “Fine.”
Moving to stand in front of him, I lift his face to examine his mouth, before bending down to kiss him, licking up his mouth. The taste from him is sweet, and I moan. My cock hardens, and I want to finish this so I can get him under me. It’s been far too long since I took my Little Lamb. The taste of his blood in my mouth? Nothing could be hotter…except seeing him bathed in the blood of our enemy, that is.
Pulling back, I sign, “I want this over with. Have your fun, but don’t worry about getting answers from her.”
He reaches for me and I kiss him again, loving the way his touch is sure and solid. “I’ll get it done.”
Backing away, I watch to see what Jude does next.
“This is your last chance,” he tells her. “If you don’t give us what we want, you’ll be at Ten’s mercy, and trust me, you don’t want that.”
She sneers. “You don’t scare me.”
Jude laughs. “Your funeral.”
He takes a needle and shoves it up into her sole, no finesse, just straight into the soft, sensitive part of her foot.
Her cry seems to come from deep inside her chest, as a hoarse sound is emitted from her throat. Tears run down hercheeks, leaving streaks on her face as it washes away the blood already staining her skin.
“You hurt my bellissimo ragazzo. For that, I want to keep you to feel every ounce of physical pain that he is feeling emotionally.”
Knocking her foot off his lap, Jude stands from the stool, shoving it away from him. He grabs his cane from where it leans against the cart and grips it like a bat.
He slams it into the bitch’s stomach, before cracking it against both of her knees, over and over again until I’m sure the bones are shattered. He hits her in the stomach once more, forcing her to double over, but the chain at her throat prevents the action, so she chokes as she coughs and gasps in pain.
I wish I could let him beat her until she dies, but we still need answers. We’re running against the clock here with her father and the life of Roman and Emilio. So, sadly, I set a hand on Jude’s shoulder.
He takes a deep breath. “I know,” he says. “I won’t kill her. Yet.”
Squeezing his shoulder, I lean in and say, just loud enough to be heard, “Don’t worry. She’ll suffer so beautifully for us.”
Kissing his temple, I let him go, and push his cart off to the side, while bringing the one Joel prepped for me into the center of the room.
“Have you ever used one of these machines, Marcus?” I ask, as I make sure everything I need is there.
“Can’t say I have. We’re not as…creative as you are in our torture.”
I hum. “You can come closer then, if you want. I don’t think we have to worry about her fighting us.”
Cecily glares, but the look isn’t as fierce as she’s going for, not with the tears and blood streaked over her face.
Putting on a pair of latex gloves, I wrap the wires of my toy around the copper dildo. I add lube and then say, “Would you mind holding her still, War?”
Marcus chuckles a little as he moves behind a panicking Cecily. Whimpers escape from her throat as she tries to thrash in her chains, choking herself before Marcus holds her tightly, stilling her in place.
Getting between her legs, I hold her open wide and shove the dildo inside. There’s resistance, as it’s tight, dry, and the wires from my toy make the task more tedious, but eventually, I fully seat the dildo deep inside her.
Tears run down Cecily’s face and I smile, her fear heightening my excitement.
“Where are Roman and Emilio?” I ask softly.
