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Chapter 9

Silas

S ilas impatiently paced outside. “What the fuck is taking them so long?”

Hawk didn’t react, leaning casually against a pine tree in his peripheral.

Silas rounded on him. “Don’t you care if he kills her before we get our revenge? What about your plans?” he snapped at Hawk.

None of them knew each other’s intentions. Just that they wanted their revenge.

Hawk startled, as if shocked, before lifting the mask up and uncovering his face. He exhaled, his breath fogging for a moment before disbursing into the crisp night air.

“Ace won’t betray us. He was hurt the worst, but he wants us together again.” Hawk shrugged.

“Well, I’m glad you fucking think so.” Silas was angry, livid. But it wasn’t at Hawk.

Seeing Ashmine had left him on edge. Off-kilter. Out of control.

He didn’t like it.

“Time’s fucking up,” Silas grumbled before stomping back towards the cabin. Just as he went to storm inside, Ace opened the door.

“Missed me, brother?” Ace beamed at him.

Silas took in his appearance. His clothes weren’t disheveled and there wasn’t any crimson coating him.

"What did you do?”

Ace cracked his neck. “Go on in, she’s ready for you.”

“What about the man? ” Silas grunted. They hadn’t discussed his role in this yet.

“He’s out cold, we can handle him after. ” Ace shrugged, knocking against Silas as he made his way outside. “Don’t break our promise.” He threw the words over his shoulder.

Silas ignored him.

Marching into the cabin, he bypassed Ashmine and made his way to the kitchen sink. He opened the cabinet underneath and shoved a few things aside until he found what he was after.

His surgical bag.

“You can remove the mask, Silas.”

“That’s funny.” He laid the bag on the wobbly kitchen table, pushing the bouquet of purple flowers aside. He had watched Ashmine bring these inside, observed as she gifted them to her fucking boyfriend .

The sod was such an idiot, he had somehow knocked himself out in his fright.

“I thought you couldn’t go any lower. But then you decided to date a professor at the school you sold your soul for? Just couldn’t wait to leave us, could you?” He retrieved what he was looking for.

Gloves.

He made quick work of tugging those on before moving onto the next item he needed for his plans.

Speculum.

And then another.

Forceps.

“You might not know this, but I work at the local hospital now. They were graceful enough to let me borrow some things.” Silas’s heart beat in excitement as he found the last item he needed.

Fabric scissors.

She would need to be naked for this next step.

This woman had sent his brother to jail.

She had broken his heart.

She had made him into a fool.

She had stolen the promise of a family.

“I also was able to peruse some records. I saw you had an IUD put in a few months back.” He spun suddenly, brandishing the scissors.

Again he expected begging, screaming, pleading.

Maybe even just questioning what he was going to do to her.

But she remained silent.

Watching him with a dark intensity.

It infuriated him.

She shifted and a clinking noise pulled his attention. On her left wrist hung the puzzle piece bracelet they all had, and it caused a wet slap of annoyance to hit him in the face.

Why is she still wearing that?

Pushing that thought aside, for the first time since stepping into this, he examined her fully.

She was skinny, too skinny .

Blotched swollen skin, developing into bruises lined every inch of her skin; Ace’s work.

Her face gaunt, scars he didn’t remember adorned her cheek, her lip, above her left eye.

Where did those come from? What is going on with her? She left for the university just as she wanted. She doesn’t get to be pitied for it. It was HER choice.

He reached forward, his free hand wrapping around her hair that was hanging below her. It was dyed a dark purple blue, reminiscent of the flowers on the table.

The thought whipped him back to reality.

He leaned over her lips as if to kiss her, but instead pushed his masked forehead against hers. Forcing her to look him in the eyes.

“You promised me a future with you. Vowed that you would be mine. You lied to me, Ashmine.”

“I didn’t. Just as I will continue to tell you. But you won’t listen to me. Won’t hear what I have to say.” Her voice was steady. Devoid of any inflection.

“I don’t fucking want to hear it! Your sweet lies broke me once before, but not again!” he snapped back.

Without further hesitation, he used the scissors to cut her disgusting dress.

He started at her chest and, maneuvering around the restraints, cut all the way to the bottom.

She was bare underneath.

Her cunt on full display, inches from him.

He threw the scissors behind him before reaching below the table and adjusting the stirrups.

He grabbed one of her feet tightly, shoving it into the stirrup, tightening the strap, and repeating with the other.

He worked in silence as he retrieved the speculum, forcing it into her, spreading her open for him.

Again he expected tears. Begging. ANYTHING.

But she fucking moaned.

He growled his frustrations, doing his best to ignore her cunt that was spread literally open for him. The way it caused tendrils of desire to snap at his balls.

“Are you even mad at me, Silas? Or are you just hurt?”

“I don’t know what you’re playing at.” He spun, grabbing the forceps, before positioning them between her spread legs. “But the only one that is going to be hurt tonight. That will be in pain”–he shoved the forceps into her core without any warning–“is you .”

Her only reaction was to arch off the table and let out the tiniest of mewls, it wasn’t enough.

He wanted, no, he needed to make her scream.

Silas vowed then and there.

By the end of tonight, he would make her do just that.

No matter what it takes.