INTERTWINED

Chapter Ten

Trigger Warning: there's a bit of blood involved.
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Charlotte~

I hung weakly from the cuffs holding my wrist. Several blood-stained torture tools littered the floor. There was so much blood, I didn't think my half-starved body had this much. How I was still conscious, I didn't know.

I was panting like I'd run a marathon and I was weak as hell. Bill stood in front of me smiling like a maniac. He was probably admiring his 'work of art'.

My throat felt itchy like I've sung for hours but maybe I did, although I wasn't really sure if my screaming was music. Bill seemed to enjoy it though.

"Ready to talk now?" he asked grinning evilly knowing that I wouldn't comply.

He held up yet another tool and waved it in my face. It was a pair of pincers. He held up my fingers and clamped it on one of my fingernails. I closed my eyes waiting for what I'd experienced for Goddess-knows-how-long, pain.

I started to feel the tug of the tool against my nail. I bit my tongue, waiting but he hesitated. I looked at him and I saw that the expression on his face was expectant. I looked back to the blood-stained floor.

Just as he started tugging on my nails no doubt trying to pull them off, someone spoke through the hidden speakers.

"Bill, wait." He stopped and looked at the camera. But that was all. They didn't say anything else. He let go of my fingers and huffed.

I wondered why they told him to stop. He was muttering curses while cleaning the pen-tool thingy he had used on me first, he seemed attached to it. He was still grumbling like a child when they spoke again.

"Strap her to the bed." Someone spoke again, it was an enticing voice that I have would recognize in my sleep. It was my mate's voice.

What more could he possibly want?

When the chains were removed from my legs and the cuffs were unlocked from my wrists I fell forward and collapsed on the floor and still didn't lose consciousness, the fall hurt a bit but compared to what I've been going through it was a relief. I felt those arms pull me from the floor and carry my scrawny and bloody self to the bed I'd come in.

Of course, the mere thought of rest felt so surreal it wasn't long before pessimistic thoughts filled my head. They probably wanted to carry out part two of my torture on the bed. No, it was pointless to torture me in a resting position. Then, they want to take me to where I would be killed. No, they can't kill me, yet, they need what I know. Then maybe the men are coming back to ask me a different question. Yes, that should be it. Wait, won't they have asked me all they wanted to know all at once? A million questions raced through my head in anticipation of what they intended to do.

It startled me when the door flew open suddenly and the last person I'd expected to see stepped through it.

"You shouldn't be in here," Bill said walking towards my mate. He ignored Bill and started walking towards me. Bill grabbed his arm and he growled.

"Valerian, you shouldn't be in here. I have to ask you to leave." Bill said, respectfully but firmly. I didn't expect to see him flying across the room a moment later.

My mate had thrown him.

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