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Chapter XX: Russian Roulette

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Chapter XX: Russian Roulette
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~ Kane's POV

"Yes, it involves a lot of punishment."

I chuckled. "You should've straight took me to the chaining room," I told him, pointing out his idiocies. I honestly just wanted to get over it. I won't even ask why this time, I lost track, I don't care. I chuckled, I do care actually, I have to get back to Irisandra, and I can't tell her she's missing out on true horror.

"Not you," he mumbled, pouting at me, without looking at me. "Her."

I blinked a few times. "Petrov, you hurt her, I will fucking kill you," I said without thinking, gulping hard. I immediately lost my calmness. We both knew that as long as Irisandra didn't get any crazy ideas we could keep her... Rebellion at bay. There's no reason to hurt her, not again. I refuse to let that happen. He'd never lay a finger on her, no one on this fucking facility will lay a finger on her.

"Oh," he took a sip of his wine, "I know. Are you in love with her?"

I remained silent.

"Of course you do," he chuckled, smiling widely. "Aw." I tighten my hands into fists. I know I shouldn't, it's wrong, it's stupid of me, I know I beat myself up for it every day. But that doesn't change the fact she's innocent. "Kyros Alrik Skarsgard, in love. I could've sworn you had no heart or soul, boy."

"Not for your shit," I snapped. "What do you want?"

"I want you, and her, to simply break up."

I chuckled. "How about no," I winked. "Whatever twisted idea you have, scratch it Petrov. Let us live, in the small time and space we have. I'm not asking you much, after all these years of you fucking up every chance I had to be... Ok."

"No," he said, shaking his head. "You don't understand. I'm not giving you a choice, Kane. I'm telling you what's up, and we'll make a deal, in which you'll agree because you will. You and Irisandra will break up, and you'll make her hate you, and you'll make sure she'll never, ever, forgive you, okay?"

"No," I said.

"And in return, ever time she fucks up, you'll take the beat up, not her. If you disagree, there won't be enough inked butterflies to hide her scars." I gulped, sitting straighter. "She will be under my protection, Kane. Don't fuck it up for her."

I kept shaking my head, but as I let it sink in, I stopped. That'd mean she'd hate me, totally not how I envisioned our last day to be like. Will she ever forgive me? Irisandra has no space for traitors, heartless people. She'd check me out her list faster than I can kneel before her and pray to the Gods she forgives me. Breaking up isn't the major deal, I already know that's going to happen when she'll leave this place, 'cause she will. But making her hate me? I'd do about fucking anything for that one girl, even set this fucking facility on fire. Could we deal with seeing each other daily as I ignore her, act like I don't care? I know I wouldn't be able to, I know. I know very well, she's going to despise me so bad, she will get over me. She's strong, she's not most girls, she's capable to move on. She's a butterfly, a dragon.

Too much heartache for what? Making sure she's safe in this place? I could do that. I would do anything for her safety. I don't want her to see the horrors she hasn't seen in this place. She doesn't know anything, she's oblivious to what happens under her nose. And I want it to stay like that. She doesn't have to know there's an underground room full of chains to beat up people for days and days until they go mad. She doesn't have to know they experiment with teens like lab rats. She doesn't have to know she's a threat to Petrov, or that'll be the fine line to getting her killed.