I have no sense of the time when the guard named Dustin comes to collect me. But what I do know is that if he’s here, it can’t be for a good reason.
Dustin and I walk in silence until we reach what appears to be a private office. Levi’s office. The room is massive, complete with a sleek desk, bar table, a pair of black sofas, and a pole in the center of the room.
Dustin nudges me forward.
The scorpion scans my face. “Luna, welcome. That’s a nice shiner you’ve got there.”
My eyes harden as they land on two women conversing on the occupied chaise. One is the rigid female in the lab coat. Today, her hair is pulled up with an elastic, revealing the shaved underside of her head and tattooed neck. Her companion, I recognize from the night at Sonic Jungle. A leggy older woman with sleek black hair and mischievous eyes to match.
“What now? Another dance?”
Levi grins from ear to ear. “Oh, I would love nothing more. Perhaps after our little interrogation.”
My stomach lurches as my cell neighbor suddenly appears, rolling over a side table. On a silver tray rests an assortment of knives, spikes, and metal contraptions.
Shit.
“Yvonne,” he calls. “Be a good pet and get the Luna changed. You know what I like.”
The dark-haired woman nods, pulling herself off the couch. From one of his deeper desk drawers, she pulls out a handful of ropes and crosses the room.
“Absolutely not,” I hiss.
Yvonne’s hushed voice finds my ear. “If you want to walk out of here, you’ll shut your mouth and do what you’re told.”
Gulping, I fix my eyes on the floor, allowing her to strip me of the pink linens. Coiling ropes tightly around my chest and hips,she fashions a bodysuit out of the restraints, securing me against the ice-cold metal rod. When she steps aside, I test the rope, which doesn’t allow me to budge.
Yvonne presses a sweet kiss to my cheek before prancing over to take a seat in the blonde’s lap. Levi looks to her, receiving the nod he needs to proceed.
Grasping the tray of tools, he rolls it on over to where I am fastened. His hands roam over my hips, cupping my ass. He smacks it and then takes my jaw into his hand, pupils enlarging. “You’re a feast fit for a king, aren’t you?”
Each breath I release is more jagged than the last. Even my legs tremble as I stare back at the ground. I will not let him see the budding fear in my eyes. I will give himnothing.
He reaches for a scalpel, holding it against my breast. “Here’s how this is going to go. I ask you a question. You provide an answer. If it isn’t a truthful one, then I’m going to pick one of these shiny little toys and slice something of my choosing.”
The edge of the blade pricks my skin, just barely.
“Now I’ll ask you again. You’re Axe’s little delicacy, hmm?”
My entire body shakes. “If you say so.”
Wrong answer.
Levi reaches for a long rod shaped like a roller brush, covered in metal spikes. He whacks it against my outer thigh, savagely puncturing it. The blow brings me to the ground, screaming.
“Yes,” I sob, wishing I could clutch my punctured leg. “Yes, I am his. My sole purpose is to supply him with pleasure. Is that what you want to hear?”
Levi hauls me onto my feet. “You won’t be his much longer, sugar.” Before I can protest, he gestures to the anxious witch behind him. “Time for the real questions. This is Esmé. She’s going to assist me.”
He pauses, allowing me to catch a breath. “What association do you have with witches?”
What is this, a godsdamned inquisition?
For now, I refrain from looking in my neighbor’s direction. “I only know one. She and her mate saved my life several years ago.”
Still clutching the rod, the lycan kicks my legs open. “You’re going to have to give me more than that.” The rod grazes the flesh of my inner thigh, stopping at my exposed entrance. A quivering whimper leaps out of me. “Because if you don’t, I’m going to shred your insides apart so thoroughly that you’ll never be able to provide your Alpha with what they all desire most. An heir.”
Stay calm. Don’t fight it. Don’t let him in.
