Lawless (King #3)(72)

My vision blurred as I tried to focus on my surroundings. Grey. Concrete. An open ceiling with pipes and wires. Nothing on the bare walls. A metal cage in the far corner. In the center of the small room was a blue tarp. Next to the tarp was a red toolbox with a yellow electric drill set on top. It was all so clean.

Sterile.

That’s when the panic set in and my eyes opened wide as the realization of Gus’s plan for me. I pulled on the cuffs above my head with a newfound strength I didn’t have seconds earlier. My legs flailed around uselessly in mid air as I struggled against my restraints.

The door opened and Gus entered the room. When I first met him in the park he’d protected Bear and myself. I’d even thought he was cute in a best friend chubby cheeked kind of way.

That Gus wasn’t who walked into the room. This Gus looked up at me, dangling from the ceiling, like I was a steak and he was a hungry lion who hadn’t eaten in months.

“I really wish it could be me who could have all the fun with you today, but you see little one, I have a phone call to make to Bear. I have to let him know that his girl has been kidnapped by the MC. I have to continue playing the role of loyal soldier, so unfortunately for me, I had to call in a substitute.” He stepped up to me and I braced for whatever it was he was about to do. My heart hammering in my chest.

The tape being pulled off was painful, but it passed quickly and I was finally able to take deep breaths. Gulping for air as if I’d been drowning. “Why do this at all?” I asked, after finally being able to catch my breath. “Me, Bear, the MC? Why?”

“I don’t ask why. I do what I’m told. Asking why is not my job.”

“Then what is your job? Who hired you?”

Gus covered my mouth with his hand and pressed his forehead to mine. My stomach rolled. “That doesn’t matter. What only matters now is what is about to happen to you. My advice? Give into the pain. Enjoy it. The human body is a fascinating machine and although I don’t get to do it myself, I’ll be watching the video later and I’m sure watching that machine come apart is going to be nothing short of spectacular.” He let go of my mouth and set the tape back in place. “Although I’m sure Bear is not going to love it as much as I will. He doesn’t appreciate the beauty in it like I do.”

He stuck out his fat tongue and licked my face from my jaw to my eye and my stomach rolled again.

Gus stepped back and took one last lustful look at me. “Such a shame, little one.” Before he left the room he adjusted a camera next to the door I hadn’t noticed. A red light came on. “Maybe, I’ll stay. Just for the first part,” Gus said, opening the door. “We’re ready,” he called out and a blond man appeared in the room, shutting the door behind him. He was shirtless, cut and muscular, tattoos covered his arms and chest.

A wrench in his hands that he tapped into his palm over and over again as he looked me up and down.

Gus was evil.

This guy, with his classic good looks, was the f*cking devil.

His eyes were black and glowing like a demon in a movie and I realized there was no getting out of this. My fate had been sealed. With every step the devil took toward me the fear I felt increased higher and higher until I’d hoped I’d die of a heart attack before this lunatic could carry out whatever sick plans he had for me.

The devil set the wrench down by the toolbox and pulled his shoulder length hair on top of his head with an elastic band. He bent his head from side to side, making a sickening cracking sound. He did the same with his knuckles.

Then he came for me.

While Gus looked at me like he was lusting after my blood the blond devil looked natural. In his element.

Possessed.

He reached up and unhooked one of the cuffs, catching me before I fell to the concrete floor. My arms still raised above my head as they’d become completely useless and disjointed. “Nooooooo!” I tried to scream behind the tape, tears ran out the side of my eyes. He carried me to the tarp and laid me on top of it, binding my ankles together with the tape.

“You can take the tape off. She wants to make sure her screams make the video,” Gus said. “Start with the teeth, they are the most painful.”

“Why are you still here?” the devil asked. I was shaking so hard I could hear my jaw rattling behind the tape.

“Just wanted to watch the fun start.”

“I don’t do audiences,” he said adamantly.

“Come on man, just one tooth, then I’ll leave.”

“Do it yourself then,” the devil said, standing up as he tossed him the wrench. Gus’s face lit up and he practically ran over to me, crouching down by the toolbox he lifted out a metal contraption.

“Just one. And then I gotta go,” Gus said, ripping the tape off my mouth. He pried it apart using pressure points on the roof of my mouth to force me to comply.

It wasn’t the first time he’d done this.

The blond devil stepped back and looked down at us with an annoyed look on his face. He was pissed that Gus was taking his work away from him. “I got shit to do so hurry the f*ck up.”

“I’d love to take my time, little one. But this is going to have to do.” He pushed the wrench into my mouth and clasped onto one of my molars. He didn’t just start to yank on it, he started pulling slowly, building the pain, setting each nerve on fire, prolonging the pain as he pulled harder and harder until I felt as if my entire jaw was being ripped from my skull. I screamed so loud my chest hurt. Warm copper flooded my mouth.