Page 92 of Loving the Tormentor

"Nyx." He huffs, like a complete psycho whose victims justdon't get it. "This knife would slice straight to my heart if I hurt you. You have nothing to be scared of."

He clearly doesn't like that I stay quiet, not relaxing at all.

"Baby, look at me." He doesn't give me a choice, putting his hand holding the knife against my cheek so I look up at him. "You're safe."

His lips collide with mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth, forcing me to go along, seducing me with the power he holds over me. He gets rough, and I feel his hips pressing against mine. His hard cock shows his excitement, and I can't help but tingle in return, my body softening.

"Say it. That you're safe," he demands, his forehead resting on mine.

"I'm safe," I croak, breathless.

His eyes narrow as he pulls away, not convinced. "That'll do for now. I know you're trying your best. Don't move."

Releasing me, he turns back to Bennett as he pulls out his phone. Wait, that's not his phone. He turns it upside down and puts the screen in front of Bennett's face to unlock it.

"Alright," he announces. "Time to get to work."

He starts taking pictures of Bennett but doesn't seem to like the results.

"No, no," he mumbles. "Hold on."

He records a video of himself cutting into his skin some more, and I take a few steps back as I wince.

"Achilles, please stop," I plead as I keep walking away.

Without looking back, he points the knife at me. "I told you not to move. Don't make me regret not tying you to a chair for this."

I freeze, not moving a single inch.

"Good girl."

His deep voice resonates down to my toes. Achilles isn't one for praise. It’s rare, the rarest diamond in a dangerous mine. Sometimes it's pointless to seek it, and when it happens, there's no fighting the effect it has on me.

To him, it's like it didn't even happen. He's back to filming the man who put a bruise on my arm.

"What did you do, Bennett?" Achilles asks calmly.

"I-I—Fucklet me go…"

The video cuts.

"Hey," Achilles says impatiently. "The quicker you admit what you did, the quicker we can pass the word around, and the quicker this is over. I know you're not the sharpest tool in the shed, but admitting your crime is in your best interest here."

Crime.Crime. A bruise on my arm.

"Okay,action," he says simply as he starts filming again. "What did you do?"

"I don’t know I…I…threatened to kill you, man. I'm sorry!" he cries out in pain.

Achilles's unimpressed face could kill Bennett on the spot.

"What the fuck," he deadpans. "Do you just not seeher or something? The bruise." And then, he loses his cool. "The bruise," he insists in a chilling voice.

"I'm sorry!" he whimpers. "Please…"

Achilles huffs. "This is your last chance before I get mean. Tell your friends what happened.Action."

"Help!" he screams. "Fuck…I-I hurt her. I'm sorry that I hurt her."