FIRE (Elite Forces #2)(8)
“Nah, man. That’s not how it goes at all. You see, in my army, in my country, we kill the enemy, not our brothers.” I’m not even going to respond to his comment about what he might do to women. That will fester inside of me until I rip him apart. His brows quirk up. I know damn well he understands my meaning when he blinks several times. His throat bobs up and down as he contemplates his next sentence to me. He may be my blood brother, but the men I serve with know what it’s like to be a real f*cking brother.
“You think they’ll come back for you, don’t you? They may, but they’ll never find you. I’m going to torture you, Kaleb. In ways you’ve never heard of, never seen, and never even knew existed.” Ty is so full of hatred as he begins to bark out his disgust for me.
“Strip his clothes off,” my brother demands one of his coward followers to come near me after he unlocks the small door. I’m escorted out of the cell with my own gun aimed right at me.
The light is blinding to my sensitive eyes. The butt of a gun is shoved into my back as we walk several yards. We stumble toward a tree with a rope hanging down from a sturdy branch. Awe, shit.
He’s going to leave me out here, baking in the sun, after he f*cks me up. Fuck.
His stupid subjects cut my damn clothes right off of my body, the knives digging into my skin as they do, and I continue to keep score. I can feel the blood slowly trailing down my arms and legs. Goddamn, these f*ckers are going to pay.
A knife lies at the base of my throat while they unhook the cuffs from my arms. Determination courses through my veins as I look for my out. I could kill one or two of these f*ckers before my brother shoots me, but I’m better off letting him bring his torture on while praying like a bitch my team is on their way back here by now. I know their training will lead them to me.
I’m standing naked in front of these bastards. My legs are still bound together by the chains as they draw my arms up tight with the rope. I will my dick to f*cking tuck itself into my body and pray they don’t do what I would do if the roles were reversed right now. Fuck.
“I was one happy motherf*cker when I got the call they had you. My piece-of-shit brother sniffing around in my world.” He moves in closer to my face, spitting each word at me. Come closer, *. Come an inch f*cking closer. There's a little army here to watch the show, but he's the only one I need to focus on.
“If I gave you one call, would it be to our sweet mother? Would you call to tell her that her piece-of-shit son has you bound to a tree with your dick hanging there, lifeless, knowing your fate? Or would you call that sexy little Sniper you had with you?” My gut twists as he probes for the tiniest clue that she's a weakness. I will never show emotion when he talks about her. Thank f*ck I'm experienced with this shit. I remain quiet and wait for what he has next. He may think he knows what the hell he’s doing, but he’ll make a mistake. And by god, when he does, I’ll make my move.
“Where did they take him?” He starts to pace in front of me, and I stay stone-cold. He’ll never get me to talk, and he knows this.
One of the guys hands him a whip, and I take a deep breath right before the leather lands across my upper thighs, missing my dick by about an inch. Fucking hell. Let it begin. I swallow the pain and hold my breath, while I prepare my mind for more torture.
“I'm not going to ask you again after this. You’ll get one question a day. You’ll eventually talk, or you’ll hang here, withering away until you die.”
“Where did you f*cking take him?” I prepare myself for the next blow, but fail. My eyes slam closed as the pain rushes through my body and the feeling of my skin ripping open pierces through me. This time, he didn't miss. The tip of the whip cracked right across the head of my dick.
I've drawn my legs up with the natural instinct to protect myself, causing my arms to pull tight with the weight of my body. My skin begins to stretch, and pain spreads over me entirely. I eventually lower my legs again to stop the stretching, but the urge to vomit still fills me.
“The strong brother. Looks like a f*cking * to me.” He cracks the whip again, f*cking hitting me in the same spot, and I can't stop from bending into the fetal position again. Drawing my legs up as I try to comprehend the insanity going through my mind opens me up to even more torture. My eyes pinch tight, and I’m barely breathing through this nightmare.
I hear another crack in the air behind me and feel the bottoms of my feet burn from the contact. Again. And again. And again.
They continue until I finally straighten my legs below me.
I’m burning. My skin wants to crawl away from the abuse, but I’m stuck here. Hold your shit together, Fire.
“Are we going to do this all f*cking day? Because I have to tell you…. I'm enjoying this shit.” Bile rises to my throat when I speak, and I crave the kill of him like I've never craved anything before. I want him dead. He's not worth the air he breathes, yet my life is in his hands right now.
“You know, it's been ten years. Ten f*cking years since you turned your back on me. I should thank you.” His obscene laughter fills my ears as I wait for him to continue.
“It was because of you that I found my home here. Who knew Mexico would welcome a piece of trash like me? Who knew I'd get to work with the world's finest? And who f*cking knew… I’d have the opportunity to revisit my old demons here today?”