A Hunger to Share ( Book Two )

chapter 48

James

James opened his eyes, and blinked a few times, trying to adjust his vision. 

He was in a fancy room he didn't recognize. It was spacious, with a king sized bed, two bedside tables, and a sofa. A nice view of the beach was visible from the floor to ceiling windows. It didn't feel like someone's home, a hotel room then.

When James tried to move, pain snaked up his leg, and what had happened in the woods came crashing back.

Swallowing down his panic, James looked up, and saw his wrists were bound by silver manacles that were linked to a chain hanging from the ceiling. His arms hurt.

He must have been in this position for a while. He tried yanking on them, but couldn't break them. Mathias would never be careless with his new toy.

James shouldn't even try to escape. Even if he could get free, he doubted he could best both Mathias, and Angelina without any proper weapon.

He had no reason to run. If he got away, it would put Ada and their baby in danger. James wouldn't do that to them. This was his life now. He was Mathias's to do with as he pleased.

A door opened, and Mathias walked it, Angelina right beside him. Seeing them made James wish he hadn't came to at all. He tensed up, shivers running down his naked upper half. He couldn't let them see his fear.

Upon seeing him, Mathias's eyes lit up with immense dark pleasure. "Would you look at at? My beautiful is finally awake."

Only Artyom had the right to call him that, but James knew Mathias wanted to make him angry, so he tried to maintain an expressionless face. "You didn't have to go through all of this trouble for me. Your dungeons would do."

Mathias laughed, and looked at Angelina. "Isn't he precious?"

She droped on the sofa. "His screams will be even more precious. Get to work."

Mathias tsked. "Patience Angie. I don't like to rush things. You know that."

"Don't forget who's in charge here." She leaned back, and poured herself a big glass of red wine.

James hoped she'd choke on it.

"Forgive her. She has forgotten her manners." Mathias ran his fingers through James's hair, and down the side of his face. "I on the other hand know how to treat a pretty thing like you."

"I have no doubt." James fought the urge to bite Mathias's fingers off.

"I'm so excited." Mathias whispered, fingers carassing James's naked toroso. "What do you think we should do first?"

"Do your worst." James stared right ahead, unflinching.

He wouldn't beg.
He wasn't a coward.

"You should be careful what you say pretty boy. I might just give you what you want."

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Mathias chuckled. "I love your smart mouth." 

"I bet." James was trying not to stand on his broken ankle for too long.

"And this brave act you're putting on." Mathias said against James's cheek, lips brushing his skin. "how long do you think you can keep it up? A day, an hour? two? Or are you already about to piss your pants?"

"I'm not afraid of you."

"You will be when I break you." Mathias smiled, handsome face twisting into something nightmarish. "and it will happen, sooner than you think. That's my gift to Arty. If he thought what I did to his Thomas was bad, he'll die when he sees you."

"I'm not Thomas. I won't break."

"Wanna bet?" Mathias licked James's lips.

"This is so booooring." Angelina whined. "Do something exciting."

"We'll continue this conversation later when she's not nagging my head off." Mathias told James with a wink.

"I heard that." Angelina snapped. 

"For now we have a lady to entertain, do your best beautiful." Mathias went to the bed, and picked up a scary looking whip.

James kept the fear from showing on his face, even though his stomach was in knots, and he felt like throwing up.

Mathias stood behind James, fingers tracing his bare back. "If you ever leave this place, my handiwork will be engraved on you forever. Nothing makes me happier than knowing I've left my mark on what Artyom loves."

"They'll just be a few more scars." James's voice was even, his insides a tornado of terror.

"Have you ever seen someone getting whipped?" Mathias said, voice heavy with sadistic pleasure. "have you heard flesh being ripped apart? Blood flowing down their backs? Have you heard their screams?"

"I have better hobbies."

"You're going to hear, and see all of that first hand, very, very soon." Mathias's tongue licked James's neck.

"You're all talk." James said in a bored tone.

"Do you know what my favorite part is?" His fingers slid down James's chest slowly, stoping at the hem of his jeans.

"I don't care." James was too busy hoping Mathias didn't slid his fingers in.

"Take a guess." Mathias moved his hand up.

"Not inerested."

"It's when they keep begging, and I keep going until they fall off the edge. That's the best feeling in the whole fucking world."

"Sorry to disappoint, I'm not a screamer."

Mathias chuckled, breath tickling James's neck. "I admire your courage Jamie. Pretending like you're not about to shit your pants, but I've whipped enough people to know the smell of terror. You reek of it."

"Are you gonna whip me or put me to sleep?" James yawned.

Angelina laughed, amused. "No wonder Ada liked you."

Mathias tensed up and stepped back.

James steeled himself. He had people who loved him. People he had to protect. He would stay strong for them.