Havoc looked over to Bishop and raised a brow.
“Our next delivery doesn’t come in for another week.”
Havoc nodded and stood. “We’ll be back soon. She’ll be the first in the basement.”
“No better way to break in a virgin than soaking her with blood,” I hummed, turning back to the screen.
She and Alaric had left the room, wandering once again. I took a drink of my water. Perhaps it was time I finally break her in. After that? I would expressmyfreewill.
42
Scarlett
March 26th, 2023
All these rooms had devices in them.
Leather cuffs, chains, long rubber things, rubber balls with straps on them, and so many other things I had never seen before.
I was as scared as I was curious. They didn’t look like anything the people at the church would punish with, but then again, more often than not, the punishments had always come from the hands or the whip, and I certainly hadn’t seen anything like the whips they used. I had no idea how he would use them, but I suppose that was part of the reason I was here. For him to use in any way he saw fit.
This house was like a fortress, meant to confuse anyone who hadn’t memorized the blueprints. A prison, I suppose.
I wondered if that’s what he wanted me to feel like. As if I were in a prison.
My entire life, I had feared never being able to escape the church, Thomas, the Leaders, and now I was truly in a place where I knew I would never escape from, but the only thing it did was cause my skin to tighten and my stomach to flutter.
I wasarousedat the idea.
I didn’t understand how that worked. How my mind could switch so fully. I was trapped here like I was in that church. I was going to be subjected to a man taking everything from melike they wanted to do to me at the church. I was owned. I was property. Everything was the same yet wholly different, and I didn’t know why.
Would Azrael know?
Would Alaric?
I glanced back subtly before returning my attention forward. Alaric had been my shadow today. Keeping his distance, completely silent, which I appreciated. Maybe I should ask him.
Or maybe I would remain silent too. After all, I always did my best thinking in my own head.
I ran my fingers along the dark walls of yet another hall, the white lights inset in intervals along the top where the wall and ceiling met.
I was on the third floor, so I knew that the offices were somewhere near. That’s where Azrael was.
I wasn’t necessarily searching for Azrael, but I wouldn’t mind stumbling into his office. I wondered if he would give me the blueprints if I asked. I had such a good memory, if I could just study it for a few minutes, I would neverwanderagain.
I glanced over at my fingers as they traced along the wall. I felt strange. Everything I touched, everything I felt, it seemed…moreelectrified. Louder, I suppose. Emotions were bubbling up faster. I was finding it harder to control the way I reacted to certain things, and I felt so many more textures. I thought the numbness had all been because of what they had done to me, but now? Now it felt as if I were growing all new nerves.
That couldn’t have been from Azrael. He couldn’t change my nerves.
I stopped, flexing my hand, my eyes falling to that heavy bracelet that now rested around my wrist permanently. Could he?
Warm eyes drifted over me slowly, causing my spine to straighten and my eyes to lift.
Standing at the end of the hall, half in shadows, his cane gripped menacingly in one hand, was Azrael.
His eyes flicked behind me. “Your brothers are running an errand. They’re bringing back a gift. You’ll get to have your way with her when I’m done.”
My brows furrowed and I turned to Alaric in question, but he was already heading back the way we had come. I liked him. He was powerful in his silence, it’s how I wanted to be. The kind of quiet that makes lesser people wither in fear.
