Page 11 of Their Stolen Obsession (Phantoms and Obsession Duet #2)

Her Predator

Saint

M r. Chamberlain was pure evil.

Sebastian wouldn’t give us anything. We’d been trying for seven fucking days.

An entire week. That was how long Liv had been gone.

Our girl vanished and left our hearts broken and anguished.

A torment we had never known until she was no longer with us to follow, punish, and bring blissful fulfillment.

I missed my name coming out of her lips, the cries of pleasure brought on by our pain, but most of all, I yearned for the light she gave us. A glimmer of hope from our missing piece. She was the shard of glass that fit in perfectly and mended our brokenness.

Though shattered, crushed, and distraught, we would find Liv.

She was our fallen star, and we’d leave no part of the universe unturned.

She’d come home where she belonged, and the people responsible would burn.

Their ashes would clear the path for her journey back to us, and I was damn certain because everything started with motherfucking Sebastian.

Mr. Chamberlain was the beginning of Liv’s kidnapper’s end. Whoever took her away would pay the ultimate price. Anyone who laid a hand on our little obsession would die. She was ours to fuck with. No one else’s, and Sebastian could attest to that fact.

“Ah!” The sound of his pain echoed throughout the room, and I didn’t give a shit.

This bastard had hurt Liv. Her sorry excuse for a fiancé had taken her light and tried to block it out, but she was too strong. He was no match for her, and it was up to us to ensure he’d stop.

Mr. Chamberlain had thrown Liv right into the path of depraved assholes, men wicked enough to steal to get back what was theirs.

Money. Cold, hard cash that made the world go round, and in their fucked-up fight, we got nothing.

Except vengeance—payback for everything taken from us, and we wouldn’t rest until she was back in our arms.

“Who. Took. Liv?” Each word brought a long electronic shock to Sebastian’s body.

Sebastian convulsed. His back arched off the bed, the restraints keeping him secured.

Damn asshole couldn’t escape even if he tried.

He shook while his teeth chattered. I grinned down at him with a sensation close to satisfaction, only for the truth to sink back in and make me eager to shock the bastard all over again.

I could do this all damn day. He made it easy when his eyes rolled back in his head, and his frazzled hair stood up with static electricity. He perfectly resembled a psych patient, locked away in this padded cell.

“I don’t—” His response ended with another zap to his left temple.

The unexpected shock was brief, and I let Sebastian off easily.

I removed a wire with electricity surging through it from his forehead and tapped the live wires together.

An orange electric light zapped the air, igniting a poof of a small flame.

The long, thin wires traveled underneath the old psych ward door, and I knew my tactic brought him a tremendous amount of pain.

The agony would be unbearable, pushing him to reveal the answers I sought, but the asshole gave me nothing.

Frustration grew on top of the hatred spewing from within me, and I spit on his face. I ensured I threw a disgusting loogie in there to further his torment. The fucker was already repulsive and stunk like burning flesh, rotting in his own filth.

We had put Sebastian in a diaper, and he had been discharging his bodily waste like a damn baby. The torture he had been through in the past week was inhumane, but he was worthy of all of it.

“Fucking pig,” I muttered in a low tone and placed both wires on Sebastian’s cheeks.

My loogie made the zap of pain even more excruciating as the current traveled down the sides of his face and left a path of destruction. Sebastian’s eyes were bloodshot and wide. His mouth opened with drool falling out of the sides mixed with blood—the poor idiot must’ve bit his tongue.

Sebastian led Liv into danger and now monsters had her. She was in more trouble than she had been living under his damn roof, and he must pay. Served the motherfucker right.

“Tell me where she is!” I screamed in Sebastian’s face.

Tears pricked my eyes. I had let Sebastian see my weakness. I wasn’t a goddamn softie, but someone took my addiction from me. She was nowhere for me to track, follow, and obsess over. Liv had turned me into a cinnamon roll, a damn teddy bear wanting a snuggle—to hold her tight and never let her go.

I had kept my emotions under lock and key for seven whole fucking days.

One hundred and sixty-eight damn hours. Ten thousand and eighty minutes of my life without the woman I loved.

Six hundred four thousand eight hundred seconds of agony.

My dark heart beat as I yearned for her.

This was the worst torture I had ever known.

Torment had pushed me to a breaking point as I held those wires unsteadily and watched Sebastian’s skin burn. The flesh bubbled, blistered, and turned red. There was no satisfaction, only pain. Pure anguish with not one fucking word and only his silent scream until he passed out.

Weakness overcame me, and tears slipped from my eyes.

I breathed heavily over my victim, and I had no victory.

Only failure. A feeling I hadn’t experienced in a long goddamn time until my little obsession entered my life and turned everything upside down.

My fear that we’d never recover Liv overwhelmed me.

The broken pieces inside of us were shattering without her.

Everything ached. My mind was stuck in constant replay of the bastard who took our girl away.

I had watched that damn video for hours without an answer, but Sin couldn’t bring himself to do it.

He was certain we could get the information we needed from Sebastian, which was turning out to be fucking pointless.

Fuck! Why did Sebastian do this to us? Fucking why?

Repeatedly, the questions screamed in my head, and I beat my fists against Sebastian’s unconscious body. I willed his still form to give me an answer. One fucking clue as to the whereabouts of our girl. One piece of anything to bring back an ounce of hope in the darkness.

“Goddamn it!” I roared.

Angrily, I ripped the wires from underneath the door and threw them to the ground. Useless. Meaningless. A complete waste of time. Fucking horse shit.

I took my rage out on Sebastian and elbowed him in the balls. He’d experience even more pain once the shit bag woke up. Screw this tight-lipped bitch!

I peered down at Sebastian’s poor excuse for hands—he was fingerless thanks to us. A small glimpse of delight shuddered through me, mixed with fury.

Sin ordered me to deal with Sebastian and cauterize the wounds.

Unfortunately, we had to keep the infection away, even though I wanted the damn bacteria to eat away his meaningless insides until he suffered a horrible death.

We needed him alive to suffer, torture, and use.

He was the only key to Liv, and after we found her, he’d be dead.

We’d see to his damn demise, but not yet.