He whistles, and two men whom I worked with enter the room. I can swear that they are the ones who ratted me out. They were the only ones present at that moment.
Fucking pieces of shit...
The two of them come to keep me steady, almost getting me down on the ground with my face close to touching it, after one of them gives Cathal a thick rope. And they did it without any remorse.
I struggle to remove their hold, but I forgot how strong they were. I can’t even move an inch.
“Because I am and always have been a gentleman to you, I will take it easy. What you have in that brain of yours is too useful for me to let you go just now,” Cathal says.
I can feel my t-shirt being pushed out of the way and a deep pain shooting through my whole back.
I can’t even control my scream, however much I don’t wanna give him any satisfaction. I know how much he loved the agony sounds caused by his own hands. I also adore the suffering moans, but I prefer to be on the other side of this, not the victim of this painful horror.
I don’t even know how much time he kept hitting me with that fucking rope, because I can’t feel the pain anymore, as how numb my back is. At some point, I just didn’t hear the sounds of torn flesh anymore, and I saw his shadow in front of me after the two puppets lifted me up.
I am confused for a moment. I was waiting for more from him.
That was too easy. Nothing is ever easy with him.
“Where were we?” he smiles, seeing as I am looking directly into his eyes. “Oh, yes. You have 48 hours to prepare all your methods to find out where Marshall hides hisdeliciousart and what it contains. I already know that none of your classical methods will work. You’ll need Anmara to help you. Also, I don’t want him dead. I only want him to suffer and be destroyed inside when he finds out that all of his preciousfortuneis gone. And I want him captive. I hope I made myself understood,Lycos.”
“Where are you holding them, you son of a bitch?” I spit on him when he gets to my face level, but not even that removes that satisfied smile on his face.
He only takes a napkin from the pocket of his suit, and he wipes himself.
“You’ll never find out with this attitude. Maybe only when it’ll be too late. If you know what I have prepared for Anmara…”
“Don’t you da…”
“I will dare what the hell I want because you will fucking do what I say from now on!”
He vibrates with his words, coming with his index finger very close to one of my eyes.
“If you disobey me again, Lucas, I will test what I get on you. I will only keepLycos, the one I actually need. You are good at talking and programming, but he submits to me.”
I’m trembling with anger, almost foaming at my mouth from the profound adrenaline accumulating inside of me. I try to get all of my strength to abstain from saying or doing anything that would push him to hurt Anmara even worse than he already planned.
“We’ll do it like this: I will release you, you will appear when I need you, and you will do anything I tell you to. I really don’t wanna see your traitor face more than I need to, so you will need to find another palace to live in. Maybe you’ll even find Blake and Anmara in time without lying in their own bloodbath, and everyone will be happy," he says, making me growl with anger.
He slaps me over my cheek and gets out of the room, alongside the other two, leaving me staring at the old, rusty door.
I barely kept myself from laughing in his face.
If he knew that mypalaceis bigger than his, he would keep the words to himself. That dump of his didn’t give me any motivation, as I wasn’t sleeping there weeks at a time. He was too absorbed by his business to see that.
I hear a click and feel my wrists free. Without rummaging around, I run to the door and get into a strangely long hallway. I take the left and try all of the rooms in my way until I see a door opening and a guardian coming out.
Unable to restrain myself, I run to him, jump on his back, and only stop when I hear his neck snapping between my hands, and feel his body falling on the ground with me on his back.
Ugh, so satisfying. I missed it.
I feel the need to do that with Cathal, but one of his puppets works, too.
For the moment.
He ran away because he knew what to expect if he stayed too close to me, especially with the shit that got out of his mouth.
I pop my neck to get rid of the accumulated tension and go into the room the guardian got out of. There, I find Blake spitting blood with a syringe next to him.
