“We’ll also use it to make sure you don’t get too much sleep.”
“Perfect. Can’t wait,” I snapped, and McGregor slipped out of the room as Damian perched on the edge of the tub.
I glared at him as he reached forward and stroked the side of my face, looking at me with an expression that was almost tender.
“I’m doing this for your own good, Callum. I know it doesn’t feel like it right now, but you’ll thank me for this later.”
I highly fucking doubt that, ass wipe.
McGreggor reappeared, but now, instead of the gun, he was holding a long black stick with two prongs on the end.
I knew exactly what it was the second I laid eyes on it.
Mother fucker.
This was why he hosed me down. That was an electric cattle prodder.
It would have sucked on its own, but wet, I was going to feel that shit through my entire body.
“Now. Let’s begin. Who is it you belong to, Callum?”
I eyed McGreggor warily as he circled the basin, settling on the opposite side of Damian. Sighing, I closed my eyes and dropped my head back against the tub, imagining the way Ryan’s cheeks had flushed the night before when he asked me to stay over.
“You. I belong to you, Damian,” I lied, only to immediately scream as the cattle prodder was rammed into my ribcage. The shock tore through my entire body, rattling my teeth and my bones so hard I could barely think.
The pain felt like it lasted forever, but it likely barely lasted a few seconds.
I was panting and groaning by the time McGreggor pulled back, and I jerked away from Damian’s hand as he ran his fingers through my hair, making soothing sounds in the back of his throat.
“Hmm. I don’t think you believe that, Callum. Not yet. But don’t worry. We’ll get there.” He hummed, and he turned the volume on my phone up, cranking the dubstep louder.
“Again. Who do you belong to?”
“You,” I whispered, this time bracing for the shock before it came, though it didn’t do much to alleviate the agonizing pain that tore through me.
I thrashed in the tub so violently that my chains rattled. McGreggor held the fucking thing into me for an unreasonably long time while I seized. Damian raked his fingers through my hair over and over again for the duration of the shock, whispering fucked up words of comfort and praise to me like he wasn’t the reason this was happening to me in the first place.
“Hose him down again,” Damian ordered after McGreggor removed the prodder from my skin. I was gasping for breath when the cold stream of water hit me directly in the face. I choked and sputtered on it and was mid-cough when they hit me with the cattle prodder again.
My brain went blank, and I couldn’t think. I was pretty sure I was screaming, but I couldn’t be sure what was my voice, what was the music, and what was my imagination.
Over and over again, they alternated between the hose and the electricity, all while the pounding base of my‘most listened to’playlist echoed around me, competing with my screams of agony.
I tried to think of Ryan, Vox, Naomi, and Cass, but after enough time, I couldn’t really think of anything.
Everything hurt, and I just wanted it to end.
I could do this. I could do this.
I had done it before, and I would do it again.
I just needed to convince Damian that I truly believed I belonged to him, and this would all stop.
I just didn’t know how to do that.
Not when I was starting to believe that I belonged to someone else entirely, and I think the devil with the whiskey eyes fucking knew it.
Iwas wrapping up some paperwork from Mr. Renfrew’s funeral when I got a text from Naomi.
