Page 7 of Breaking Sanity (Hell’s Asylum #1)

“I will only say this once, so listen carefully. You, under no circumstances, will do that again. That is the third time you have attacked me. There will not be a fourth, do you understand,” I shout in her face.

This bitch looks me dead in the eyes and mouths “no” while smiling.

I can’t contain my impulsive anger from peeking through.

Needing a free hand, I release her hair and yank the seat belt towards us.

Swiftly, I move the knife to wrap the belt around her already bruised neck as tight as I can without choking her.

Again, I want to snuff the light from those pretty eyes and watch those pale pink lips turn blue but again I can’t.

In an attempt to scare her into submission, I place the knife right below her eye. Then slowly drag it down her cheek, below her jaw, and let the tip rest at the base of her throat. All without cutting her, may I add, which is a hard urge to resist.

I want to fillet her skin from her muscles and make a goddamn lampshade out of it. Then give it to her sobbing mother.

Breathe man! Not yet, you have 9 more years to come up with ways to fuck and dissect her.

“Now let’s try that again.” I let out a deep breath, but still maintain my hold on the seat belt as I lean over and whisper in her ear, “Do you understand?”

“Fuck-”

Before she can finish her dumb ass reply, I tighten the belt.

Her body’s reaction is to fight to get free, which she does.

Mentally, though, she is probably pissed that she showed any reaction at all.

I kiss the tip of her nose before I release the belt returning to my side.

This time she doesn’t try to get out. No, she is just glaring at me through glossy eyes, probably willing my head to explode.

“Now,” I say, pulling back on to the road. “We still have about two hours left, because of your little games of hide and seek. Are you going to behave or am I going to have to resort to alternative ways of making you behave?”

“Fuck you,” she bites, staring out the window.

“Oh, trust me, we will have plenty of opportunities to get to that,” I smile, resting my hand on her exposed thigh.

“In your fucking dreams,” she snarls, trying to throw my hand off her. I just move my hand higher and dig my fingers into her soft skin.

“Oh, I have years to make my dreams come true, but some of those dreams may be nightmares to you,” I laugh.

“This entire situation is a fucking nightmare. It can’t possibly get any worse,” she says more to herself than to me.

“Be careful what you say, gorgeous, it can always get worse,” I taunt.

“How Sebastian,” she shouts, staring at me now. “Please tell me how this gets worse? From what I know, some asshole has such a grudge against me that they hired some psychos to torture me for a few years. God knows what that fucking entails, so go ahead and tell me how it gets worse please!”

“4 and 9,” I answer.

“Cool, saying random numbers explains how this gets worse. Thank you for clearing that up,” she huffs, rolling her eyes.

“4 contracts and 9 years,” I chuckle, trying to ignore her obnoxious attitude.

“What?” Her eyes widened.

There it is! Finally the reaction I was looking for.

Oh I love the fear. She usually masks it in her eyes yet her body shows it.

Right now, it shines in her dark amber irises and I have the urge to fuck her instead of killing her.

Given how her thighs clenched when I ran the knife down her skin, I’d say she’s wet.

Plus, she always loved being chased, tied down, and fucked.

Those were fun times, for the most part.

“There are 4 contracts on you that got merged into one, and it adds up to 9 years,” I explain. “Meaning as you so eloquently put it 4 assholes, plural, have such a grudge against you that they hired some psychos to torture you for 9 years, not a few.”

“What,” she parrots.

“Also, I would like to say, don’t speak about my brothers in such a derogatory manner and moving forward my name isn’t really Sebastian.”

“I just call it how I see it and the second part I already knew, jackass.” She crosses her arms.

“Knock off the name calling, it just makes you sound childish,” I warn.

“You should take your own advice then,” she mumbles, which she knows pisses me off.

“A pet name is not in that category,” I respond, playfully. Can’t let her know she’s getting to me and all that. Alley is the type that once she finds that button, she smashes it like a newbie playing mortal combat.

“I’m not a pet,” she says, anger lacing her voice.

“Oh, but my Little Devil, you are my pet. I’ll get you a collar, if that will help you accept this.”

“Try to put a collar on my neck and I will gut you,” she threatens.

“Hmm,” I tap my chin, “if I remember correctly, you let me put a collar on you. A shock collar but still a collar. Hell, you even begged me too.” I side eye her, to see her cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

“Go to hell.”

“If you like, I can get you a shock collar with your name on it,” I offer, ignoring her outburst. “My brothers would love that. Shit, they’ll probably get you a leash too.”

“Try any of that, and I promise you; I’ll fucking strangle all of you with it!”

“Don’t say that to them. They would actually do it just to see if you try,” I laugh.

The thought of her trying to strangle any of my brothers with a leash is comical at best. Vaughn is 6' 5" and the man lives for the gym. Talk about bulk muscle galore. Nik, on the other hand, is 6’ 7” and a little leaner but he is trained in every mixed martial art form known to man.

Baron is 6’ 8”, built like a shit brick house, and would throw her around like his favorite rag doll.

He’ll already have a field day getting into her mind then add her trying to attack him, but Baron will never let her go.

The only one I would have an issue with is Carson. He can never touch her. Although, I wouldn’t mind watching her try to strangle his bitch ass.

“So you are working for The Fallen?” Alley changes the subject.

“No comment.”

“Seriously, you said we have two hours in this car together and I have less than a decade to live with no contact to the outside world. Indulge me S-” she stops herself. “What do I call you?”

“You can call me master,” I wink. “And as for indulging you, I guess I can do that. I’ll allow you to ask 5 questions.”

“I’m not calling you Master,” she states.

“You used to when you were begging to c-”

“ENOUGH,” she shouts, cutting me off. “We are not taking a stroll down memory fucking lane!”

I jerk to the side of the road and throw the car into park. I push the hazard lights on as a car passes us. I watch them keep going up the road, before I turn all my attention to her.

She is ballsy, because the moment our eyes connect, she lifts her chin and invades my space. The defiance sets my blood on fire. The thought of yanking her onto my lap by her throat flashes through my mind but that won’t end well.

To top that off, I would be behind schedule even more and Baron is probably already chomping at the bit. Hence why I am avoiding texting him. I can’t handle both him and Alley right now.

Instead, I just clench and unclench my fist on my leg. My other hand is still on her thigh and I squeeze hard enough to know she will have bruises there well into next week.

She bruises like a peach. I love it.

“Ground rules for the rest of this car trip,” I say with a calm I do not feel. “One, you will not interrupt me, EVER. Two, if I want us to take a stroll down memory lane, we will. Third, the most important, you call me what I tell you to call me. Is that understood?”

“Understood, Master,” she says sarcastically as she moves back into her own space.

You can’t strangle her.

You can’t strangle her!

You. Can’t. Strangle. Her.

“Now, what are your 5 questions,” I ask, turning off the hazards and pulling back onto the road.

“Do you work for them or are you one of them,” she asks.

“No, I don’t work for them. I am part of The Fallen with my brothers,” I answer

“Why this line of work?”

“My mom. She started training us to be killing machines for the faction of the society her husband was born into. She was so angry when she found him cheating on her with her own mother that she killed them both. Then took over but made the contracts purely for torturing, maiming, and killing women.”

“Jesus, and I thought my dad was horrid,” she says under her breath.

If you only knew, Little Devil, if you only knew.

“Next question,” I say.

“How many brothers?”

“5, including myself, but we have plenty of staff and guards. You’ll see.”

“So, you were all born into this?”

“Well, I was born into The Fallen. But my two oldest brothers were abducted from the other faction. The youngest of us was just kidnapped. My closest brother was given to my mother,” I answer as I turn down the dirt road that leads to the property. “Last question.”

“Why did you ghost then stalk me all those years ago? Why didn’t you just kill me?”

Well I didn’t expect that.

“That’s more than one question,” I state.

“Ugh, think of it as a three part question,” she bargains.

“Hmm, it’s complicated,” I answer simply. “My turn.”

“What the fuck? That’s not an answer.”

“It was an answer, and it’s the only one you’ll get. Now, lower your voice,” I warn. My hand starts to strangle the steering wheel.

“That’s a bullshit answer,” she mumbles.

I don’t think she can control her mouth sometimes, but she will have to learn quickly or this will go a lot worse for her.

She’ll catch Vaughn’s attention with the size of her attitude.

With Vaughn there are no three strikes, it’s either do it or face consequences.

They are going to push each other, her more than him.

Though if she’s not careful, he could take her and hide her away from me. Rules are rules.

I go back to our 5 questions game, so I don’t dwell on the what ifs.

“How did you get rid of those mental blocks over the years,” I ask.