My Genius Mate

Chapter Eighteen

The shorter one smiled as he lit another cigarette. Christa angrily tapped her foot from having to wait. Per usual, she held her phone up to record my punishment.

"You know, you've lost a lot of weight since being here."

"Yeah? Think Victoria's Secret will give me a call after this?" I chuckled through heavy breaths from having to hold in my screams.

"No, you're disgusting." She snapped back with a proud smile.

"Yeah. Thought so."

Bean took a long drag. The cherry on the end grew bright red before he burned it into my inner thigh. I shut my eyes and tensed through the pain but never screamed. I wouldn't let them hear me scream. They had me suspended from chains on the ceiling by my wrist. Another set of chains connected my legs to the floor so that I couldn't lift my legs. A bar was also between my ankles so that I couldn't close my legs either. It made me feel open and more vulnerable than ever.

Christa zoomed in on my new burn and chuckled. "One more."

This makes it burn number fifty-five, but hey, who's counting? The minor bruises were littered all over my body. They healed almost instantly, but I was weak and had very little strength left to focus on healing. If Ronan were here, our mate bond would allow me to heal much faster if he touched me. It would feel better if he were only in the same room.

Bean lit his cigarette again, smirking at me like the way he always does when he's hurting me. He was an ugly bastard. He was pudgy in the face with a patchy black beard. His bleached blonde hair had grown out too far as his dark hair grew in, and he looked like he had frosted tips. He was a repulsive and gross man. I see why he's so bitter.

"You'll be happy to know I'm talking to Ronan today, and if he's good, he might be able to call you. If he participates." Her voice was high, as usual. She had fallen apart since I've been here. Her hair looks thinner. Like it had been falling out, her nails long and unkept, and her skin a sickly grey color. She was stressed as much as I was. At least I could blame my appearance on the torture and the fact my bath time meant a bar of soap and a fire hose.

"Oh yeah?"

She snorted. She hated when I acted like he, or what he said or did, wasn't a big deal to me. Like, I didn't care about Ronan. In reality, I relied heavily on these updates. I was worried about him and wondered how he was doing, so it was nice to know he wasn't fading away. "Yeah, fucking whore. If he's a good puppy, he can talk to you."

I rolled my eyes. She told me where we were. She informed me where I was being held, but all her videos have been prerecorded so far, so if I said where we were, she'd edit it out. But if we were on the phone, I could let it slip in the form of a clue. Although, I didn't even know this place existed or where it was.

He burned my body one more time. It was higher on my thigh and sent chills up my spine as his hand was way too close to my entrance. It hurt to tense my muscles. I was incredibly sore. I winced and let out a grunt. "Oh, that one hurt you, doll face?"

"You know, I don't think we are to the point in our relationship for nicknames. Plus, I wouldn't want to be a doll face anyway. Makes it sound like you play with dollies."

He reached out and gripped my face, pushing my cheeks together in a painful and degrading way.

"You're whatever the fuck I say you are." I stared at him, challenging him, wishing he would do something else. She was still rolling, and I wanted to give Ronan a reason to kill him nice and slow. He chuckled and pushed my face away in a harsh way. Christa laughed a little to herself before getting up and ending the recording. "Alright, that's enough for now."