Changing You ✦ 𝑍.𝐷.𝐻.

Chapter 39 {R}

✦ RILEY ✦

It wasn't until burn wounds started to form on my skin, that Zach's father decided to take the weapon back. As the electricity finally left my body, my muscles went numb, all their energy drained.

Physically exhausted, I couldn't even find the strength to keep my head up any longer.

Every inch of my body was aching, my arms throbbing as I let myself hang in the chains and my injured leg protesting heavily against the weight that it had to carry.

But it was my head that was killing me. It felt like someone was repeatedly letting a sledgehammer come down on my skull, making my eyes water.

"What do you want from us?" Daniel directly asked them the question that had been ghosting on my mind as well.

"Why haven't we killed you both yet, you mean?" As the words left Josh's mouth in a harsh tone, I forced myself to lift my head up again.

The room immediately started spinning before my eyes. Blinking fiercely to restore my vision, I gulped in a deep breath.

Peering through my droopy eyelids, I watched Josh place the shock weapon on the table. Crossing his arms over his chest, he rested the lower of his back against the wooden piece of furniture. His eyes were aimed at us in an intense stare, and it was in that moment that I compared him to a ticking time bomb, ready to leave a wave of destruction and death once he exploded.

My gaze shifted to Killian as he jumped on the ground, the sharp 'thud' grabbing my attention. "Do you mind, Mister Herron?" The derisive tone in his voice told me he wasn't calling Josh by his last name out of politeness, but to test his reaction. His challenging behaviour showed he clearly felt unhappy about the fact he wasn't the guy in charge around here.

The older man rolled his eyes at him. "How many times do I have to tell you to stop calling me that," he snapped in a warning tone. "But go ahead, enjoy yourself."

"Oh, trust me, I will," Killian said with a lopsided grin, excitement flooding in his eyes now he got to create some action.

I couldn't help but smile faintly to myself as I watched Killian's right leg give in with every step he took towards us, limping slightly because of his wounded ankle.

When he caught me smiling, he halted in front of me. "How's the leg, darling?" He questioned, arching a brow.

"How's yours?" I asked back, my throat hurting from the screaming. He dropped his head in a chuckle that made my blood run cold.

I didn't expect him to lift his right foot up and launch a powerful kick against my injured leg. So when he did, he knocked me off my feet. Literally.

A blast of pain went off inside my leg, instantly causing it to give out. The thick, metal handcuffs yanked at my wrists as I collapsed, most likely leaving red streams along the sensitive skin, that would turn into bruises soon after.

Gritting my teeth together in a grimace, I struggled to grab ahold of the chains. With shaky arms I attempted to lift myself back onto my feet. Balancing only on my right leg, I tried my best to keep all the weight and pressure off of my injured leg.

A wave of nauseousness washed over me and I blinked violently as I started to feel light headed.

"That's called karma, you filthy dog," he spat at me.