Page 24 of Scarred in Silence (The Twisted Trilogy #2)
Lucien
“Astra!” I shout into the house.
Nothing. God fucking dammit.
I storm back into the bathroom and see her floating on her back in the water. She senses my movement and pulls herself up from the water.
“Get dressed. You’re coming with me.”
Her brows pinch together, but she nods, agreeing with me.
“Fucking talk to me!” I scream at her.
Tears roll down her perfect cheeks.
She pulls her lips apart, baring her teeth. Metal. Covered in metal. My heart pangs with a sliver of guilt.
This whole time, I thought she was fucking traumatized when she actually has her jaw wired shut.
Fuck.
I rush up to her.
“It’s okay, baby. Dr. Marlowe will help us. Okay?” I stroke her hair, tucking a piece behind her ear.
I whisk away her tears. I will always fucking save her. I am her only savior.
“Get dressed,” I say once more, holding her shoulders in my hands. She nods again and gets out of the tub.
Once she dresses, we head back to the compound. I don’t give a fuck if she can talk right now. A simple ‘yes’ or ‘no’ will suffice. It might make things easier.
Dr. Marlowe will be there to help her when it’s all said and done, but first, things need to be said. Then… they need to be done.
* * *
I bring Astra into the cell after a silent two-hour drive, setting her down in the metal chair. The look of disgust on all of my prisoners’ faces. I don’t give a fuck. This is going to go how I want it to. They will all be sorry they fucking lied to me. I know my little Siren won’t lie to me.
“Now that we are all here, let’s clear the air, shall we?”
I pace back and forth in front of Astra.
“Did Varek cut your hair?”
She shakes her head “no”.
“Nicolette?”
She nods her head “yes”.
I rear my fist back and punch Nicolette in the fucking face. Fucking bitch.
“Did someone touch you?”
She nods her head “yes”. “Victor?”
She shrugs her shoulders. She doesn’t fucking know. He drugged her.
I slam my fist into his face, blood splattering onto the wall behind him.
“Varek?”
She nods her head “yes”.
“I didn’t. I touched her face once. I swear to GOD!”
I punch him in the face, letting his blood paint the wall as well. Then I punch him again, because I don’t fucking trust him.
“More?”
She nods her head “yes”.
“Nicolette?”
She shakes her head “no”.
“Miles,” Nicolette says quietly.
“Fucking MILES!”
I turn and punch Nicolette in the ribs. She coughs and wheezes. I don’t fucking care right now.
“Did you willingly do anything?”
She nods her head “yes”.
FUCK.
I run my fingers through my hair, pulling at my scalp.
“You know what. FUCK THIS. I will fix your jaw, and you will tell me everything. EVERY. FUCKING. THING.”
I grab a machete from the table and approach Victor.
I carefully take the blade and inspect it under the fluorescent lights.
“What did you do to her?”
He breathes in, expecting me to cut him, but I’m a patient man.
“I… I drugged her. She let me. She laid down on the table. Then I had her jaw wired shut.”
“And then what, you sick prick?”
“I fucked her,” he spits his words out vehemently.
My ears ring at his words. No. He fucking didn’t.
I take my knife and bend down in front of him. I slowly cut his jeans from his legs, exposing him to the elements.
I let the tip of my knife trail up his bare flesh, leaving a crimson trail in its wake. He lets out a blood-curdling scream. Music to my fucking ears.
“You’re fucking pathetic,” I say as I dig my knife up into his ball sack.
Touch what’s mine, and you’ll pay the fucking price.
His screams of agony bounce off the concrete walls. He convulses against the chains. Unable to move. Unable to speak. Just like he did to my Siren.
Nicolette turns into herself, trying to avoid the sight. Varek stares at me. Glaring at me.
I let him bleed out as I turn to watch Astra. She isn’t phased. She sits in the chair patiently, waiting for me to remove her from this room.
“I know what you did to your brother, Cuz,” Varek calls out.
I smile at him. He doesn’t know shit. The only one who knows is sitting in a metal chair right now.
“Did you tell him?” I ask Astra.
She shakes her head “no”.
“Nice try, asshole.”
I kick him in the balls, and I walk back over to Astra. She fucked up. She let someone else drug her and use her. That can’t go unpunished, no matter how much shit she has been through.
I always fucking save her, so this punishment needs to be one she will remember.
I walk her up to the office and sit her down with Dante.
“Don’t fucking move. Got it?”
She nods.
I head back into the room and grab Ronan on my way. We have a body to dismember.
* * *
While we were dismembering his body, I found a 6-inch metal plate in his femur. I decided to keep it. As a trophy for my victory. Although no one else will see it as one.
There is nothing that can take me down from the high of killing. Nothing, except for Astra. I developed this addiction when she chose the drugs over me. I have been an executioner ever since.
At first, I sucked at it. I had a bad aim, and all that, but now I’m quick, accurate, and lethal. Like poison.
I wait for Ronan to finish up, and we leave the body in the cell with an alive Nicolette and Varek. They should have to live with the smell of decay for once. It really suits them.
I head upstairs and get Astra from the office.
She sits in the corner, staring off into space. Her jaw is swollen.
How the fuck did I not notice that when I saw her? It’s possible that her hair was also completely different, so I didn’t notice.
I love her either way, though.
I scoop her up into my arms and place her in the passenger seat of my car.
“We will make you better, okay?”
She looks at me with hopeful eyes.
She nods.
I will make her better after I destroy whatever curiosity lurks inside of her. She might hate me at first, but then… then she will be perfect. The perfect wife. Loyal. Loving. And my whore.
I must destroy her to fix her.