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Knife? Unless she wants to butter me some bread, what the fuck does she want that for? Donovan hands her a knife, and what would you know, it’s my knife. My pocket knife that I have carried with me for years. He probably thinks it’s funny, that fucking clown. He should have joined the circus if he wanted to make people laugh.

Raine gazes at the knife and then back up at Donovan, what are these fuckers up to? I don’t want to say anything to them yet, I’m trying to work out what they are doing. I feel like there’s more to the situation than meets the eye. Have they come back to kill me, to finish the job? Raine seems unsure, as she fidgets with the knife. Aww shucks, do I make her nervous? It’s a shame that things didn't work out between us, because I must admit my cock is stirring a bit watching her. Cautiously, she steps up to Donovan, her lips barely parting as she whispers something in his ear. He nods, a flicker of mischief in his eyes. What the fuck is going on!?

Once Raine finishes whispering, Donovan proceeds toward me and firmly grips my collar dragging me up from the floor. Spitting in my face, the warmth of his saliva hits me, and I fight against the surge of anger rising within. That’s exactly what he wants.

Today will be different, I refuse to give him the satisfaction. Gradually he loosens his grip, and I take a breath, grounding myself. He forcefully shoves me to the floor, and I land on my ass. But still, I refuse to look at Donovan; my gaze remains locked on Raine, she’s the one with the knife after all. I notice that she seems less fidgety now, like her confidence is finally taking root. I can see the change in her demeanor, and it’s refreshing. Why wasn't she like this before? I think about how things might have progressed between us if she’d conquered those insecurities sooner. Her low self-esteem dampened any spark we could have had. But this newfound strength? Now, that’s something I could rally behind.

Donovan must sense my thought as this fucker strikes me in the jaw. I grunt loudly, straining against the chains. The cold metal digs into my skin, making movement nearly impossible. Frustration surges through me as I realize just how restricted I am. I won’t let this hold me back for long.

“You do not look at her,” he demands.

“What do you want me to do, look at the fucking wall?” I reply, with as much sarcasm as I can. Angrily, he leans down and rips my shirt open at the front. If these two think we are having some freaky threesome they can fuck off! But to my relief, Donovan retreats back and stands behind Raine, giving her reassurance. She proceeds toward me, and I can see the rapid rise and falls of her chest. Fuck, there goes my cock again. Carefully positioning herself directly in front of me, she bends down into a squat. Without a word, she slowly begins to dig the knife into my chest. For a second, I think she is going to kill me, but she barely breaks the skin. Disappointed, she glares at the tiny cut she made. Donovan bends down behind her and places his hand over hers, then both of them together stab me. This time the knife goes deeper. They twist it and turn it, and fuck me it burns like hell, but I grit my teeth, not willing to give them a reaction. Raine glares at the cut, her eyes sparkling with delight. So, she wants me to bleed, is that what this is about? Donovan stands back up, while Raine remains, eyes fixed on the blood. Slowly, she takes a deep breath before she stabs me again, managing to go deeper. This time it stings like a thousand papercuts covered in lemon juice when she twists the knife.

“That was for my mother!” She says, her tone a mix of anger and hurt. Violently, her hands clench at her sides as she takes a deep breath. For a moment, I forgot about that. I forgot I killed her mother.

I try to count as she stabs me, and count about ten more times, all while rambling various words. I stopped listening to her after she mentioned her mother because there’s nothing I can do about it now; what’s done is done. Plus, the fact she hasn’t glanced at my face this entire time, her eyes stay fixed on the blood. What’s up with that?

Finally getting up, she proceeds toward Donovan, wrapping her hands around his neck. Seriously! What am I here to be her personal pin cushion? Really? Annoyingly, they both whisper between themselves before backing out the door.

That was the strangest encounter I’ve ever had. I must have hit my head at some point because none of this makes sense. Confused I peer down at the mess that they have made, the cuts have already stopped bleeding. Not that it was much blood, not enough to kill me anyway. But my shirt is ripped and stained, if this fucker doesn’t kill me, he better be buying me a new one, because this shit isn't cheap.