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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟖: 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐦𝐛 🔥

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Raina POV

Five days have passed since I first tied Jace down in that chair and since then, I've been coming in here every single day to inflict a different punishment on him. I've been successful in getting him to break these past few days, spending hours with him just to hear the beautiful melody of his screams. There's something rather comforting in the act of hurting him and the satisfaction I get from it. Maybe that makes me a bad person but I can't remember the last time I was a good person.

He begged to die the very first day, begged for me to end his pathetic life. I got too much satisfaction from seeing him in pain and I wasn't going to let him off the hook that easily.

I thought I could stomach torture until I witnessed all the things Theo had in store for Jace. It made me sick to my stomach watching Theo slice Jace open with a look of stoicism.

By now, Jace is mostly mutilated with his missing ear, toes, hand, dick, one of his balls, and most of his teeth. Some of his flesh has either been sliced off or burned off and he smells horrid.

The only part of his body that remains in pristine condition is his back.

"Fifty two. That's how many marks you left on me. Fifty two agonizing scars that remind me of your pathetic fucking face," I snarl, tightly gripping the handle of the knife in my hand as I take a predatory step towards him.

His eyes are focused on the bloody floor below him and his chest is barely moving up and down to signify that he's flirting with death.

"I'm going to give you one hundred."

I tilt his chin up with the edge of the knife and his eyes slowly move to mine. I can tell he doesn't have much of a fight left in him and it's not as fun when he doesn't squirm.

"Help me out here, Theo." I look over at the dark shadow in the corner of the room and Theo emerges with metal chains in his hands.

Theo has been by my side the whole time, standing in the corner and observing everything quietly, occasionally giving me ideas on how to make him suffer.

I slice the ropes that are binding Jace to the chair and he slumps forward, collapsing on the ground. Theo ties Jace's hands to the chains skillfully and lifts him up, attaching the chains to a hook in the ceiling. Jace's hands are hanging from the ceiling as his feet are slumped on the floor and his head is slung forward.

I walk over to the corner and grab some cold water and splash it in his face so he'll wake up. He only flinches a little and remains completely limp. I slice open his shirt so that his back is completely exposed to me and I twirl the sharp knife in my hand.

"You're going to count each and every cut I make in your back and if you forget to count or miscount, we will start all over," I whisper in his ear.

I take the knife and slowly pierce the skin, dragging the knife down the middle of his back.

"O-one," his voice cracks and I smirk to myself, making another cut in his back.

Cut after cut and slice after slice, his back turns bright red from all the slashes and each individual cut oozes fresh blood.

After the fiftieth slice, he finally breaks.

"P-please p-please I'm...so sorry. P-please s-stop," he chokes on a sob and his body shakes from the tears that are streaming down his face.

A smile grows on my face and rage consumes me.

"Funny. I used to say the same thing," I make a deep slash in his back as a broken scream echoes in the room.