And fuck if that isn't the most attractive thing I've ever witnessed.
She glances at me over her shoulder and smiles.
"You're enjoying this," she murmurs.
"Immensely."
"That's disturbing."
"Probably." I shrug.
She turns back to Calder. "Where were we?"
Keira sets the scalpel down and picks up a small blowtorch, turning it on and adjusting it until it burns steady and blue.
"You told me no one could ever love someone like me. That my own son wasn't going to love me. I believed you when you said I was lucky to have you. When you made me feel so small and worthless that I forgot I was ever anything else."
She brings the flame close to his ruined shoulder, hovering just above the wound.
"Those things were never true, you fucking asshole." She presses the torch to his skin.
The smell of burning flesh fills the room. Calder's eyes roll back, his body straining against the drug, trying desperately to arch away from the pain. A thin whine comes out of his mouth, the closest thing to a scream his frozen vocal cords can produce.
Keira holds the flame steady for five seconds.
Ten.
Fifteen.
Then she pulls back, examining her work with pure satisfaction.
"I think I'm getting the hang of this," she says, beaming.
"Fuck, you're hot."
I have to shift to hide my growing erection. Am I a little fucked up for getting turned on by the sight of her like this? Maybe. Definitely.
Fuck it.
It's the animal in me.
She blows me a kiss and then gets back to setting Calder's shoulder on fire.
I stand to get a closer look at her work.
He's covered in sweat, and I'm pretty sure he just pissed himself again. We put pads and layers of cloth underneath him for just this type of thing. Wouldn't want to interrupt a good session because of bodily functions. Although, I must admit…I am a little surprised how much of a pathetic little bitch Calder turned out to be.
All talk, no game.
"What's next?" I nod toward the table of tools. "We've got options. Pliers. Hammer. That thing Marco called a 'persuader' that I'm pretty sure is illegal in most countries."
Keira considers the spread, then reaches for a simple pair of needle-nose pliers.
"He used to love grabbing my jaw. Squeezed until I was sure it would break. Force me to look at him while he told me all the ways I disappointed him." She moves beside Calder's head, positioning the pliers near his mouth.
"Let's see how he likes it," I suggest.
Keira positions the pliers, tilting her head to examine the angle. "Teeth first?"
