All I thought about was blood.
I dropped my eyes and let myself be free. I smashed through my walls, unlocked the cage, and snarled like the rabid animal I was. The false me ceased to exist. The real me was ready.
The ringleader trembled, his skin shocked to white. “I was wrong when I said you’re like us. You’re not.”
I laughed, picking up the blade. I dragged the tip down his sternum, circling around the thing Tess asked me to retrieve for her. “No, I’m not like you.” I pressed on the blade and the man screamed as I punctured his ribcage inch by inch. There were easier ways. I could slice his diaphragm and reach upward for his heart. But I wanted the hard labour of breaking his ribs as I worked toward my goal.
He wasn’t going to die an easy death. I wanted him to be alive the entire time I butchered him.
“Je suis pire.” I’m worse.
Chapter 14
Leave your mark, scar my skin, I will bow down to you, my king.
“Well, I hope you’re happy. You’re probably not going to die,” my mother whispered in my ear.
I ceased to know what the hell was happening. I lived in constant pain from my finger and the chilly ache in my lungs. I didn’t know where I was any more, or if I’d dreamt Angel Q or not.
“Don’t listen to her, Tessie. I’m so glad they found you in time.” Brax glared at my mother. He never liked her. I didn’t blame him. She wasn’t very likeable.
Time spaced out again and broken images came in little puzzle pieces.
Warm arms—1920s man carrying me.
Men—hordes of them. All sitting in some fancy place with their hands bloodied in their laps.
Engines and loss of gravity as a jet carried me far, far away from nightmares.
“Stay with me, esclave. We’re almost home.” Q stood before me, his black shirt glistening with red dampness. His hands were stained and sprays of crimson camouflaged his face.
He looked like a monster. A man who killed for me.
My heart raced with fear. Would he kill me, too? After everything I did, I deserved the same fate.
“You did it?” Did what…what am I asking?
Q held up something demonic. Something riddled with fat and sinew, dripping horribly in his palm. “I took his heart. I took everything from him, Tess.” He bowed at my feet, placing the grisly muscle on the floor. “For you. May it give you the strength to come back to me.”
Whirs of helicopter blades shattered my little daydream and for the first time in ages, I thought of sex. I thought about Q spanking and f**king me in the helicopter. I thought about the way he captured my wrists and made me so vulnerable.
No slow, sensual burn started in my belly. No need to have Q’s touch rendered me lust-filled. I only felt empty.
Time merged into one big jumbled hallucination where helicopter blades tore me to shreds and plane engines gobbled me up to spit me out, burned to a char and on fire.
A jolt woke me and I moaned with the terrible pain in my hand. Someone, please cut it off. I couldn’t stand the excruciation anymore.
“Get her inside,” someone said. “I’ve already called the doctor.”
I couldn’t focus on anything. I couldn’t escape the prison my brain had become.
“Learn, girl. Retaliation equals pain. Next time, I won’t be so kind.” White Man roared inside my mind. The memory of being hurt took centre place in my stupor, replaying, hitting me around the head with the hard-learned lessons over and over until I became afraid of my inner thoughts. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t even think. What if I spoke out of turn? The poor blonde would be killed and I’d be hurt.
Slowly, the fog turned into tremors and pinpricks of agony. The itch from before crept back under my skin and I moaned. I couldn’t go through withdrawal. It would be used against me. They’d withhold the drug until I did whatever they wanted. And I would do whatever they wanted, as I was weak. So f**king weak.
“She’s convulsing. Hurry!”
I bounced and jiggled in some weird sort of transport. The bruises screamed and my lungs sloshed with liquid. I coughed hard, tearing my throat up with phlegm. I didn’t know what was happening, but my body didn’t like it.
My skin temperature developed schizophrenia. One second chilling me to deep Antarctica, the next turning me into a bubbling volcano.
The bugs were back; their little feelers and legs tickling my insides, making me wish I could scratch my brain out.
“No!” I thrashed and someone slammed to a halt, tightening their grip on me.
“Tess. Stay with me. Please. Help is here. You’ll be fine soon.” Q’s voice cut through the beetle-laden fog and I latched on to it.
“Put her down. I can’t work if she’s in your arms.”
I felt sick and nauseous one second, then ravenous and ready to fight the next. The drugs faded, leaving me in a turmoil. My system couldn’t find an equilibrium no matter how hard it tried.
“Hold her down. She’s doing more damage by moving.”
Something pinned my shoulders and I lashed out. “Don’t touch me. Not again. Please not again.” Tears erupted from my eyes and I sobbed, remembering the snaps of broken bones and blood of other girls beneath my nails. “No! Please. I won’t do it anymore. I won’t hurt any more hummingbirds. I won’t. Kill me. I want to die.” I coughed and coughed and coughed, unable to breathe past the thick liquid in my lungs. My fingers bent and I scratched my face, trying to peel the skin back to get at the gnawing bugs in my brain.
A band of pressure landed on my chest as someone pressed me onto something soft. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, Tess. Forgive me.” Q’s tortured voice murmured in my ear as he caught my hand and I felt a needle puncture my skin.
Him.
He was just the same as them. Keeping me drugged. Keeping me dependent.
I drifted into dreamland cursing him to the depths of hell.
Chapter 15
You crawled into the darkness, set my monster free, so scream, bleed, call out to me, but never say stop, never flee…
Suzette wrung her hands as the doctor administered the anaesthetic.
Franco waited in the doorway, watching me come apart. I couldn’t see straight, my heart was a f**king rabbit in my chest, and my body felt like it would never calm down.
I held Tess’s hand as she slipped away into sleep, and I wanted to throw the heart I’d cut from the ringleader into the fire and watch it f**king burn.
“Move away from my patient. I want this room to myself while I work,” the doctor said, pushing me aside.
“No f**king chance. I’m staying right here.” I crossed my arms, daring him to argue. The rage inside was ready to smash him if he tried to separate me from Tess again. We scowled at each other before his eyes dropped to my bloody clothes.
“It’s not sanitary for you to be near while I operate. Go have a shower and come back. Your maid can keep watch.”
Suzette blinked, coming out of her shock at the state of Tess. I didn’t blame her for looking like a ghost—Tess was no longer recognisable. Her golden hair lay dank against the pillow in clumps. Her collarbone pierced her skin with hunger, and her beautiful bruised cheekbones looked too stark for her beauty. The sheet wrapped around her broken finger was crusted dry with blood, and that was without seeing all the contusions.
I stumbled away from the bed, holding my head in my hands. “Fix her, goddammit. Just fix her.”
I couldn’t be there while the doctor stripped Tess and inspected her injuries. Just the thought of another man touching her set my blood to boil. I did the sensible thing. The only thing I could do.
Pointing a finger at Franco, I ordered, “Watch him.”
Franco nodded, stepping further into my room. Without a backward glance, I stalked to the bathroom and slammed the door. The second I couldn’t see Tess, anxiety twisted my spine. I itched to go back out there and make sure she was exactly where I left her—laid out like a f**king corpse on my bed.
My tower room, where Tess and I had indulged in blood play and whips, seemed like a joke now. It no longer gave me pleasure or satisfaction; all I saw was Tess so tiny and exhausted, bleeding and drugged.
I may never have my strong esclave again. I may never string her up and hit her because we both got off on belonging to each other.
I may have found her, but that didn’t mean a damn thing.
“Fuck!” I roared, punching the tiled wall. Instantly, my knuckles screamed and I shook my hand to release the pain. The doctor was right. I shouldn’t be around Tess when I was covered head to toe in another man’s blood. Her immune system already fought so much.
Shedding my clothes to burn later, I stepped into the shower and proceeded to scrub every inch as if I could erase the last seventeen days from existence. Make it all disappear and pretend that Tess had been beside me all along, always safe, never hurt by anyone but me.
Once I was clean, I repeated the process until my skin burned from scrubbing and the bathroom wept with steam. The stitches in my arm from the gunshot irritated, but surprisingly didn’t hurt. The scar would be a constant reminder of what I did to get Tess back. I would wear it with pride.
By the time I entered the bedroom again, dressed in jeans and a black T-shirt, the doctor had cleaned Tess with the help of Suzette and wrapped her chest with bandages.
He saw me looking. “She has two cracked ribs from coughing. She’s severely dehydrated and needs to be put on antibiotics to stop the pneumonia.”
Pneumonia.
Those raping f**king bastards.
I couldn’t stand still. I gritted my teeth, dragging hands through my hair as I paced.
“She should be in a hospital, but because you won’t allow that, I’ll have a few nurses stay here and administer around the clock care.”
Damn right I wouldn’t allow her to go to the hospital. She needed to heal here. Where I had a top of the line security system and a crew of men ready to kill and then ask questions. She would never be out of my sight again.
“How long before she’ll be well again?”
The doctor eyed me with annoyance as if I was a rabies-infected dog sniffing around his dinner. “Time heals everything. You need to be patient.”
I stopped, glaring. “Don’t give me bullshit answers. How long?”
He looked back to Tess, applying antiseptic balms to the shallow cuts and bruises all over her body. “It will take however long it needs to take. You’re to be gentle with her until then. No rushing her. She’ll be fragile as the drugs leave her system. She needs someone strong and collected, not—” He stopped and looked up, waving at me with the tube of antiseptic. “—not a feral animal who looks like he wants to rip her throat out.”
Suzette shifted, anger radiating off her tiny frame. “My master found her and brought her back. Don’t say he’s—”
I held up my hand. Suzette was sweet but I didn’t need her interference. “I’d never f**king hurt her, doctor. Just do what you have to do.”
Suzette looked at me with tears shimmering in her eyes and I glanced away. I couldn’t look at her right now. Not while I hung on to my sanity so delicately. If anyone showed me any pity or compassion, I would most likely do one of two things: beat them stupid or burst into f**king tears.
And I didn’t do tears.
Ever.
No one spoke a word while the doctor set up an IV and started Tess on the course of antibiotics. “Without having the results of the blood work for a few days, I won’t know what drugs they made her take, but I’ve added a few things to counteract the effects of withdrawal. She’ll still feel pretty low, but it should be bearable.”
Bearable? I didn’t want Tess to bear through it. I wanted her to be repaired and given her wholesomeness back. I wanted her to rest in peace, not bear through agony.
“Give her something stronger.”
The doctor shook his head. “I’ll assess once she comes around again. Don’t tell me how to do my job and I won’t ask how you came to paint yourself in someone else’s blood.” His eyes hardened; we had a pissing contest of wills.
Suzette cleared her throat, breaking the silence.
I moved toward the window, glaring outside. I needed to do something—anything to stop myself going crazy.
The doctor took his time with the full exam, then turned his attention to repairing Tess’s finger. He cringed once he unwrapped it.
“Who the hell were these people?” he whispered.
My chest swelled with pride. He used were. Past tense. Even the shiny doctor and his morals knew the bastards weren’t alive.
That’s right. I struck the match. I doused them in gasoline. I stole their lives and made them f**king burn in an old fish factory in Rio.
The memory of the blazing fire helped purge my mind a little of what I’d done. Almost as if it put a giant full stop at the end of a dark and disturbing sentence. What happened in there would live with me forever, but the fire made it all disappear.
The doctor sluiced Tess’s hand in orange sterilizing liquid and Suzette held a handkerchief to her mouth, gagging at the horrible sight. She bolted upright. “I, eh… I’ll come back.”
Franco sidestepped from the doorway, letting Suzette leave. I motioned for him to go, too. He nodded and disappeared.
I stayed right where I was as the doctor realigned the bone and added a few stitches where her skin had been pierced. Once completed, he smeared more orange stuff all over and wrapped it up with a splint and gauze.
“Will she be able to use it?” My voice was calm but I wanted to slam my fist into the wall.
The crushing weight of blame stole oxygen from my lungs. I did this to Tess. I let her be taken. I let her prance around with a f**king tracking beacon in her neck.