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RAFAEL

The room was set up exactly the way I wanted it. Nicklaus had nailed every detail-implements on display, cuffs, ropes, and every damn thing I could use to remind her who's in charge. And no bed. No comfort here. Just cold, hard surfaces where she'd be paying for every ounce of pain her family carved into my life. My blood ran hot at the thought of what was about to happen. She wouldn't be walking out of here, not if I had anything to say about it.

 This is where she would pay her dues. The room for her atonement. Where exactly I'll fuck her till she goes limp. And I swear, she wouldn't be able to walk.

I already asked Eliza to get her from the room, it was way early, way early. But not too early to take my revenge... Not to early to watch Linda Cooper seed suffer, the way I did. I've waited so long for this, so long to see her seed broke the way I was.

The door opened, and there she was. She stepped in, eyes wide, practically dripping with fear. Damn, I could almost smell it on her. And yeah, call me a psycho-I wanted this. Craved it. I wanted to see her beg, see her fall apart the way I had once been forced to do.

Arhh! The thought of my cock sliding in and out of her, filling her, thrusting the pain embedded in my chest inside of her. Hear her screams, and beg for me to free her. Beg for me to stop.

I pictured it, my cock sliding into her, filling her, pushing deep while she screamed, clawed, begged me to stop. Too bad for her I'd lost my sympathy a long time ago. She'd take every inch and scream my name like a goddamn prayer, but she wouldn't get mercy, not today.

Her freaking mother-Linda Cooper-had taken years from me, broken me. So yeah, her little girl was going to pay, and I'd make sure her mother got front-row seats to the show. I wanted Linda to stand there and watch as her daughter choked on my cock, as she moaned and squirmed under me, helpless and wrecked. This was going to be brutal, and I'd savor every second.

I mind-linked Kade, signaling him to bring Linda. She'd been locked up, but now it was time she witnessed the kind of hell she'd unleashed. I'd have her watch every damn second, see her daughter take it all, her cries filling the room as I claimed her again and again, marking her with my body and leaving nothing untouched. She was going to watch this, watch me fill her daughter with my cum.

Fear, with each step she took closer, taking in the room, I could sense her fear, and it only fueled the fire inside me.

"Strip!" My voice came out rough, sharp as a knife, locking her gaze with a hard stare.

Her eyes, wide and innocent, met mine. Freaking Innocent. The kind of innocent that screamed victim. She looked at me as if I were the devil himself, a monster lurking in the shadows. It was the same pathetic look I had once flashed her mother, the same one I'd worn when I begged and pleaded for freedom from that dark dungeon. But now? Now, I relished the role of the monster.

 Ace growled, not only was I upset with that look, he also was not freaking having it. He was as furious as I was, both of us fed up with that innocence. She was a damn brat, and we both craved her obedience.

I watched as she obeyed, just like the freaking damn slut she was. Yes, obedience is what I crave from her. Her tiny hands loosen the robe, and it fell to the floor. I inhaled sharply, the sight of her bare skin drawing me in, all smooth and soft-just like I'd imagined. Her skin was flawless, the kind that begged to be adored and worshipped, but that would never happen. She was nothing more than my vessel for revenge, my sacrificial lamb.

My jaw tenses, "Damn it!" I hissed under my breath, standing to my feet with purpose. I reached for the table lined with implements-restraints, ropes, and all the toys Nicklaus had meticulously arranged for me. I picked up a leather strap, feeling its weight in my hand, the rough texture sending a thrill through me.

She knows the damn rule, but I needed to remind her. I could sense from how quiet she was that she was already breaking.

I wrapped it around my fist slowly, deliberately, locking eyes with her as I did. "You ever heard of slow torture?" I asked, my voice low and dangerous. I took a step closer, watching as her breath hitched in her throat, her body instinctively tensing.

"Because that's exactly what I plan to do. Every second will be excruciating, and you're going to learn that pain is a teacher too." I took another step forward, and the glint of the strap in my hand seemed to reflect the darkness brewing inside me.

Her gaze dropped to the floor, her bravado wavering. Good. I wanted her to feel every bit of helplessness, every ounce of despair. 

"This isn't just a tool; it's a reminder of everything you took from me. Every moment I spent in that darkness, longing for the light. I want you to feel that darkness tonight."

With a swift motion, I brought the strap down lightly against her skin, just enough to sting but not enough to break. She flinched, a small gasp escaping her lips, and I relished the sound. It was the first crack in her facade, a sign that she was starting to understand the depths of my intention.

"Alph

a Rafael..." she freaking called my name, like a haunted whisper, "please" my dick stirred to life. Her pleas, is my turn on?