Page 53 of Broken By The Devil

My lips are so dry, the skin is cracking, and I can feel friction burns on each side of my mouth. The bastard has gagged me, the fucking coward.

“Well, look who has woken up from her beauty sleep,” he says sarcastically. He leisurely strolls toward me and removes the gag from my mouth.

“No screaming, Pet,” he warns and I burst into uncontrollable laughter.

“Tom, you’ve tried for years to get me to scream for you… what makes you think I’d scream now?” I look up at him through my eye lashes and continue laughing. I know this is going to make him angry, but I don’t care. Not anymore.

His fists clench and his nostrils flare. He grips my hair at the back of my head and yanks it back so hard, I have to bite the side of my mouth to prevent the scream. I will not give it to him. I bite down so hard I draw blood, the metallic taste completely overwhelming my senses.

“Now is not the time to piss me off, Emilia. I’m already on edge,” he warns.

“Seems like you need to get laid,” I retort. He yanks my head back again, and I inhale a sharp breath. I will not break. Not now.

“You infuriating woman! When are you going to get it into your thick head that you belong to me? Your father is practically handing you over to me! He doesn’t want you in his life anymore,” he announces and releases his hold on my hair. His mouth is moving, but the importance to his words mean nothing to me. Nothing he can say will hold any amount of value, so I choose not to respond.

He paces the kitchen up and down like if he stops, he’ll be engulfed in flames. He’s in no rush though. He’s not panicked, his movements hold no urgency, like he has all the time in the world with no consequence. I don’t know what he knows, I don’t plan to give him anything.

“You think I’m stupid, don’t you?” he asks, somehow, I think he meant it to be rhetorical but I answer anyway.

“I think you’re a lot of things. Do you want to hear some of them?” I smirk and don’t wait for an answer, I continue before he can say anything. “I think you can’t satisfy a woman and have never been able to, so you just take from them instead. You’re too proud to pay for it, so you choose to rape women instead. I mean let’s face it, your equipment is nothing to brag about so what do you really have going for you, Tom? Your personality is certainly nothing to go by either,” I state, I have so much more but I don’t get to say anything else.

He storms towards me at lightning speed and places the gag back in my mouth. He clearly wasn’t ready to hear the truth then.

“You don’t need to speak anymore; I’ll be doing all the talking,” he declares. I roll my eyes and slunk as far into the chair as I can.

“I had an interesting discussion with Bree yesterday whilst you were nowhere to be found. Sweet girl, you know, the one with the really good tits? Anyway, she tells me that you’ve been fucking the whole unit, anyone and anywhere. She even tells me you’ve set your sights on Kade but that he rejected you because he’s only interested in her tits.”

I giggle behind the gag. I can’t help it. Bree is so desperate for Kade’s attention, she’s willing to do anything. He storms towards me again and digs his fingers in the wound at the back of my head. I can’t hold the screams this time. I can feel his nails digging into the cut. I thrash so much I’m sure I’m making the wound larger.

“I’ve had enough of you, my pet, it’s time you learnt the true consequences for your actions…” he spits out.

He grabs my phone from the kitchen counter and starts tapping away.

“Who shall we start with? I’ve already done Cara, and you still haven’t learnt… so how about Cass this time?” he questions.

I thrash in the chair so violently, I topple over. My chest is heaving, the gag making it impossible to take in air, but I manage to move it aside slightly with my tongue.

“You so much as touch a hair on Cass’s head, and I will kill you!” I spit out. The speech is muffled by the gag but he hears what I’m saying.

He tuts at me. “Pet, you will learn a valuable lesson. If I have to ingrain it by hurting your friends… so be it,” he vows, leaving me on the floor still strapped to the chair. Cass won’t fall for it. He knows how I speak and he knows not to come alone. He won’t fall into the trap.

Tom eventually picks me up from the floor and sets me upright facing the door. It’s been a while since he messaged Cass and so far, no knock on the door. This is a good sign. He hasn’t taken the bait.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

No.

No.

Please no.

Cass has a key for emergencies. I hear the key being shoved into the lock and the door opens. As soon as I see him, I shake my head violently from side to side. The tears starting to stream from my eyes. I try and scream, but the gag only lets me get out a muffled scream.

“What the fu—” Cass exclaims, but he doesn’t get to finish his sentence before the crowbar is being swung towards his head.

I scream and scream until I can’t get any noise out at all. My throat burns like gravel has been forced into it. The crunch of bone is all I hear. All feeling taken from me in an instant.

Cass lays on the floor, face down, blood pouring in a puddle by his head.