This was gonna fucking suck.
Climbing into the rusty, cold basin, I leaned back against the end without a faucet and held my wrists up. McGreggor came forward and fastened the manacles to my arms, and I sneered at him while he chained me up.
“My eyes are up here, McGreggs,” I taunted him, and his face went red with fury, which gave me a small pulse of satisfaction.
“We’ll see how witty you’re feeling after a few days of fucking torture, asshole.”
I shrugged and leaned my head back against the tub, closing my eyes like I was settling into a nice long day at the spa.
“Do your worst, McGreggs. Show me what you got.”
“Enough. Both of you,” Damian snapped, and I peeked at him out from under my eyelashes, tugging slightly on my newly chained arms to see how much give I had.
Not fucking much.
Boo.
Maybe McGreggs wasn’t as much of a dumbass as I originally gave him credit for. I hated it when the plebs proved me wrong.
Womp womp.
“So what are we starting with?” I drawled, feigning interest. “Waterboarding? Shock therapy? Fingernail removal? What’s on the agenda?”
“Callum. I. Said.Enough,” Ryker warned, and I let out an annoyed huff.
Opening my eyes, I watched him bend down to pick up one of the hoses, turning on the spigot.
My skin turned to gooseflesh. I knew it was going to be cold as fuck. It was already pretty chilly in here; getting soaked with freezing water was going to be hella uncomfortable.
“Spray him down,” Damian said, handing the hose to McGreggor, who gave me a sadistic smirk.
“Gladly.” He grinned, cranking the nozzle on the hose to what I was sure was fucking pressure washer levels of intensity before blasting me directly in the chest with it.
I tensed and grit my teeth against the freezing spray as he leisurely cut the water stream across my naked body. He intentionally passed it over my dick, and I snarled at him, jerking at the rusty chains that prevented me from attacking his bitch ass for being such a cunt.
“Enough,” Ryker ordered, and the water immediately stopped. I was unable to keep myself from shivering. My teeth chattered without my permission as I glanced over at Ryker, who was fiddling with what looked like a Bluetooth speaker and my phone.
“Now, let’s see what you have on your most played list, Callum,” Damian drawled, and I frowned.
What was this asshole doing?
He used my face to unlock my phone and connected it to the speaker before turning on one of my favorite dubstep playlists. He made a face, shaking his head in disappointment.
“You have such terrible taste in music,” he drawled, and I shrugged.
“Don’t listen to it, then.”
“Oh no, Callum. We’re going to listen to it together every day. When your music plays, you’ll know it’s time for a session.”
I narrowed my eyes on him.
What was he up to?
“Then when we’re done here, every time you listen to your shitty music, you’ll remember who you belong to and the lessons you’re going to learn right here, in this room.”
“Jesus Christ, Damian. You really are a fucking prick,” I growled through chattering teeth. I was fucking freezing and already so uncomfortable that the dubstep was grating on my nerves more than soothing me like it normally did.
The echo of the music ringing through the concrete room wasn’t helping either.
