Psychiatrist's Puppet (Loftry University Playthings 3)

Every breath he takes is wheezing and labored. The pain on his face as the agony creeps up his body is just delightful. He tries to struggle a bit but soon realizes that every extra motion tightens the ropes further.

“Thank you for joining us, William.” Eyes wide, his gaze roams about until it lands on me. “I thought you’d never wake up. Now, where’s the fun in that?”

“Look, man. It’s not my fault. You don’t understand.”

I drag a chair over next to him and sit down, resting my lips on the tips of my fingers. “What exactly wouldn’t I understand? You took my submissive, dared to mark her, then had the audacity to sell her. Am I missing something?” Fear dilates his pupils as he thrashes again in the ropes, quickly stopping when his breathing becomes even more forced. “I wouldn’t do that again if I were you. Not if you want to keep certain vital organs.”

I extend my leg to rest my shoe against his balls, relishing the tightly-leashed agony as I apply pressure. “You have rope over every major nerve. Keep moving, and you won’t be able to feel anything again.”

“What’s the point if you’re going to fucking kill me.”

“Ahh. Come now. Did I say I was going to kill you? Huh?” I apply pressure to his balls again. “Answer me.”

“No!” he cries out. “You didn’t, but that’s what you’re planning, isn’t it? All for that stupid whore -.”

“I would be very careful with the next words out of your mouth. Does either of you gentlemen own a knife? I’m sure Mr. William doesn’t need all his body parts to live. And knowing the type of filth that he is, I’m sure he won’t be able to control the vulgar language coming out of his mouth.”

He squirms as best he can, trying desperately to see who I’m talking to. Sergei grabs Grigori’s knife and brings it over to me. My lips curl up into a wicked snarl as I trail the knife down his dick and back up.

“You certainly won’t be needing this.”

“Look. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I won’t say anything else about her,” he barks out. “Please. I was only doing what I was told.”

I tap his cock a few times with the flat end of the blade before sitting back. “And what, precisely, were you told to do?”

“I didn’t know she’d escaped. I did my part and sold her. But now, she’s gone, and they want their money back. Either they have her, or they have my money. What was I supposed to do?”

“Did it ever occur to you to perhaps find help? Maybe tell me instead of just taking her? As you can see, I’m more than well equipped to keep her safe.”

“When Melody called me, I thought it was my lucky break. I could get Chastity back, and all would be good. I followed her. She never went anywhere. Then tonight, she came to you. I had to try. I had no idea she’d even be there.”

Nodding, I bring the knife down as if to cut him, and he screams, the sound shrill with terror. It’s almost too easy. “So, you got her. What was your plan? You’d just disappear? You didn’t think we’d find you?”

He pauses, his brain moving far too slow for my liking. “I didn’t think that far ahead. I thought they’d deal with anyone trying to get her. Didn’t think anyone would come after us. It’s Chastity, who the fuck wants that -.”

Unable to restrain myself any further, I curl my fingers into a fist and punch him in the face, about the same area Chastity had a bruise. William cries out as blood trickles from his lip. “And smacking her around? Was that just orders too?”

“She kept fighting me,” he stutters past the split lip. “Wouldn’t give me what I wanted. What she gave you. So yeah. I smacked her.”

“Did you touch her?” My voice is deathly calm. The next words out of his mouth determine what I do next. I’ve never killed a man before, but this cockroach certainly wouldn’t be missed.

“You saw the picture. Yeah, I touched her. Bruised her up.”

“Intimately?” He gives me a blank stare. Irritation shoots down my spine. Grabbing the bridge of my nose, I squeeze and shake my head. “Did you fuck her? Did you put your limp dick inside my woman?”

“No. I-I didn’t get the chance.”

“So, not your dick then. Anything else?”

He remains silent. Balling my hand back up into a fist, I aim for where I saw the bruise on Chastity’s torso and ram my hand into the spot, just below the ribs. His howls of pain fill the warehouse. Though he arches from my touch, the ropes squeeze even tighter, bringing him right back up.

“My fingers. Just my fingers. That’s all. I swear.”

I see red. “That was the wrong answer.” I set the knife on the ground, well out of reach. Leaning my neck from one side then the other, I crack the bones before shaking out my shoulders. No amount of pleading or babbling will satisfy me. I aim for his other cheek, giving him a matching bruise. He can barely speak, and I worry I broke his jaw. I don’t want him passing out from the pain. Not yet.

Down his body, I add bruises here and there, giving him everything he gave to my precious Chastity. I pause, looking down at his pathetic, huddled form. One more thing and everything will be righted. Without hesitation, I grip the pointer finger of his right hand and pull back until I hear the crunching pop.

William screams, his body trembling from the agony. Tears and snot stream down his face. I don’t know how many fingers he used or which hand he did it with, so I go down the line one by one. His eyes roll back into his head as I get to his third finger, and I pause. I want him fully conscious for this.

Sergei stoops down, waving a small packet in front of William's face, and his eyes pop back open as the screaming resumes. I continue with the rest of the fingers on that hand, waiting before starting on the other. With each finger on the other side, he passes out, the pain compounding until he’s a shrieking mess. Each time, Sergei waves the packet in front of his nose, and we begin again.

Once all his fingers are broken, I kneel back down and pick the knife back up, adrenaline flowing through my system. I want nothing more than to end this bastard's life. Shaking my head, I grip the handle, willing my anger down. I can’t lose control. I can’t. I have Chastity waiting for me. The longer I spend with this shit stain, the more likely she’ll wake up without me there. That, I cannot allow. Nodding to Grigori and Sergei, I stand up and brush off the tops of my pants.

“Wait!” He screams as I walk away. “Aren’t you going to untie me?”

I turn around, pinning him with a glare. “And why would I do that?”

“You said you wouldn’t kill me. You can’t leave me here.”

“Well, yes. I said that I wouldn’t kill you. And I won’t. It’s not my style. But I never said that they wouldn’t kill you. It’s all in how you word things. Have fun with him.”

I step back into the maze of boxes, William’s screams following me out the door. My gut churns as my imagination takes over what they might be doing to him. Shaking my head, I fill my thoughts with Chastity. She’s all that matters now. Glancing down at my phone, I note the text from Justin giving me his ETA. Soon I’ll be back with my Chastity.