Page 42 of Felix (4 Seats #2)

Chapter Forty-Two

Aurora Henry

I ’m hanging there, wrists bound tight above my head in this godforsaken cement room, naked as the day I was born. The masked man beside me has this sick grin plastered on his face. I can tell by the squinting eyes and tense brows.

Fuck him!

“Ready for some heat, sweetheart?” he taunts, rubbing oil on the bottom half of my left leg. My heart throbs and my breath is ragged with fear and anticipation. But I’ll be damned if I let him see it.

“Go to hell,” I spit back, staring him down with all the rage I can muster. He chuckles darkly, flicking a lighter to life. I brace myself for the pain, but nothing could’ve prepared me for what comes next.

In an instant, my leg is ablaze, flames dancing up my skin like a lover’s caress. There’s no pain at first, just the stench of burning flesh filling my nostrils, making bile rise in my throat. My mind races, thoughts of Felix flooding through me. I need him so he can end this pain.

The masked man watches me intently, waiting for my reaction.

I grit my teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break.

But then, after a few agonising seconds, he wraps a wet cloth around my leg, smothering the flames.

And that’s when it hits me—the burning, white-hot pain, worse than anything I’ve ever felt.

“ Aaahhh !” I scream, unable to hold back any longer. Tears stream down my face as I writhe in agony, flames of torment searing through my body. My vision blurs, the world around me fading to black.

“See you soon,” I hear the man’s voice echo through the darkness before it all fades away. At that moment, I know my only hope is Felix, and I pray he’s coming for me.