Page 25 of Jagged Souls

Then he lowers his claw to my stomach.

It’s sharp, more like a knife, not quite a scalpel, and as his other hand pins me down, only allowing me the smallest amount of air, the bare minimum to not pass out, he starts to carve into my flesh.

Agony hits me hard as he slices me apart. I want nothing more than to flinch away, but I can’t move. Can’t fight. I can only lie here and bear the pain.

The cuts burn. The agony builds. My brain begs me to dissociate, to separate my mind from what they’re doing to my body, but I can’t. I need to be fully aware to try to get a message to my husband. Because despite what I said about him tracking me through our bond, I know he can’t feel me. His hybrid curse is eating the blood I gave him, making it impossible for him to feel the bond at all.

So I need to get some messages through the recording and make one good thing come from this horror.

As Antonio continues to carve into me, I lift my left arm and cover my face like I can’t bear to watch. Normally, I’d sign a message with my fingers, but the damaged tendon in my wrist denies me. So I use my whole arm to point at the man beside my head. He turned away earlier, but now he’s back, pulled in by his own dirty arousal. Hopefully, he’s in view of the camera.

Find him and you’ll find me.

Save me, Varius.

Fucking save me before I die in here.

For one moment, I curse him in all the colorful words I know, in all the hatred for him I suddenly feel. If he hadn’t tortured me, I’d still be able to control my magic. I would have a chance at escaping.

So fuck you, Varius.

Fuck. You.

I hope you can feel my pain watching this.

I hope it fucking breaks you for what you did to me.

This is all your fault...

I scream inside my mind, hating him, blaming him. All the agony and the pain and the anger I have been keeping down for these last four weeks as we’ve worked through his betrayal erupts inside of me.

And I hate him.

I hate him so fucking much for what he did to me.

But then I clench my teeth tight and squeeze my eyes as hard as I can because I can’t let those thoughts destroy me. Can’t break my own mind while Antonio and his wolves break my body; I won’t survive it.

And I want to survive.

I want to live long enough to kill Antonio Garcia with my own damn hands.

And Sadist.

And every other man in here.

So I trap my anger at Varius down and refocus it on what Antonio’s doing. He’s just lifted his claw, finished with whatever he’s carved into me. I lower my arm to try to look, but his grip on my throat still pins me in place, and there’s so much blood, I can’t make anything out.

But Sadist must because he laughs as he holds the phone closer to my stomach. “Look at that, Varius. Your whore has a new master.”

He moves the camera gleefully, capturing my belly at every angle. “If you wanted to keep your toy,” he chuckles, “you should’ve kept a better eye on it.”

Antonio releases my neck, then slices his claw across the top of my pussy. I scream on raspy chords as pain wraps itself around my heart. I don’t need to look down to know he’s cut a line through the top half of the tattoo there.

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Another swipe of his claw leaves me broken.

Varius Shadow