Chapter 124
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When I came to, my whole body was on fire. I was burning and sweating and I tried to scream but the sound was trapped inside my throat.
I tried to open my eyes, but they felt thick and heavy. When I finally managed to pull my eyelids apart, everything was blurry and dark, smelling like damp and old rust.
The agony was centered on my skin. I was bound. Heavy, cold metal was wrapped around my wrists and neck, pulling me tight against the wall, I recognized the smell and the tearing pain. instantly, silver. It was burning me like acid, melting my skin where it touched. I groaned, a weak, wet sound that barely echoed in the small space.
I was in some kind of cell. The walls were rough concrete, and the floor was cold and dirty. I forced myself to move, trying to sit up straight and ignore the feeling of my skin bubbling under the chains.
That’s when I saw him.
He was sitting directly in front of me, in a simple wooden chair, waiting. He looked relaxed, almost bored, watching me struggle.
Kyle.
Seeing him hit me harder than the chains. Tears immediately flooded my eyes, blurring the edges of the dark cell. It wasn’t just fear of kidnapping that made me cry. It was the horrible, twisting, ugly secret I had just found out, he was my brother. My blood. The shock of seeing him, knowing the truth about who he was to me, made my chest ache deeply.
He saw the tears and smiled, but it was a cold look. He must have thought he knew why I
was crying.
“Look at you, Faith,” he said, his voice quiet. “Crying already. I tried to play nice with you. I really did. But you wouldn’t even give me a chance. You chose Astor.”
The sound of his words brought up a wave of pure, heavy disgust inside me. He is my brother. The fact that he was talking about wanting to date me, wanting a chance with me, knowing who he really was made my stomach churn.
“Why?” I managed to whisper, the silver around my neck making my voice weak and raspy. “Why did you bring me here?”
Kyle shrugged, looking away for a second. “Honestly? Maybe you would have appreciated it more if I had just killed you, like everybody else. It would have been easier.”
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My breath hitched. My entire body felt cold despite the burning silver. He said that so easily, so casually, like talking about the weather. Innocent people. The casual way he spoke about killing made my chest hurt, and my heart felt heavy and sick.
“Why?” I asked again, louder this time.
“Why what?” he asked, turning his empty eyes back to me.
“Why are you doing all of this? The people you killed-”
“You know why, Faith,” he cut me off. “You know very well. All the people I’ve been killing have been innocent. True. But sometimes, the innocent have to pay for what the guilty have done.”
He leaned forward, his voice dropping low, sounding almost sad, but still terribly cruel.
“In your case, I really tried to forget that your father was the one responsible for my suffering too. I liked you. I really did. But you just couldn’t let go of Astor. You chose to side with them.”
His logic was broken, terrible, and painful but somewhat true. I chose them because I also wanted him to die like they do. but now why you don’t even know what I want even when I’m bound to the pain that I’m feeling right now because I still can’t get over the pain in his eyes and it made me feel overwhelmingly emotional.
“Kyle, what have you become?” I asked, my voice cracking.
He laughed, a short, sharp sound. “This is exactly what happens, Faith. It’s what happens when you grow up without a father to guide you, and you lose your mother too. You become this.” he said and my soul crumbled at that moment because I should have been there.
maybe things would have been a lot more different had I been there as his sister.
“I am so sorry,” I whispered, the sympathy genuine, even through I despise his actions. “I am very, very sorry for what you went through.”
He shook his head sharply. “I don’t want your sorry. You’re not the one who did all of this. But they will all pay soon. All of them. Because I now have their most prized possession. I have
you.”
My shock multiplied. My whole body seized up, forgetting even the burning of the silver. “Are
you going to hurt me?” I asked, the words barely a breath.
His eyes were cold stones. “Yes. You mean nothing to me now. You are just bait.”
That sentence ripped through my soul. He meant nothing to us, but I was his sister. The pain was unbearable. I wished I could scream the truth at him, scream that we shared blood, but a
part of me was too afraid, too shocked, to even try to speak the words.
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Just then, the door slid open, and two huge men walked in, wearing dark clothes and looking rough. I looked at Kyle in question, but his eyes were hard and unreadable. They looked haunted, deep and dark, and for a flash, just a flicker, I saw something like regret on his face.
He mouthed a single, silent word to me: Sorry.
Before I could process that cruel apology, the two men moved quickly. They grabbed the chains around my neck and wrists. I felt a tremendous, final burst of fiery pain as they ripped the silver away from me.
Relief washed over me, cool air hitting my raw, broken skin. It was the most beautiful feeling in the world, lasting maybe two heartbeats.
Then the pain began again, different, worse.
One of the men brought a heavy, wooden stick down hard across my ribs. A sickening thwack echoed in the small cell, and I screamed hard.tl
Another stick hit my legs, then my back. They were beating me, fast and hard, everywhere. I cried out, pushing over uselessly, unable to defend myself, tears streaming down my face from the pure agony.
Over the sickening sound of the sticks hitting my body, I heard Kyle’s voice, clear and terribly loud.
“Scream louder, Faith!” he shouted, his voice full of dark excitement. “I want your mate to hear every single sound! I want Astor to feel this pain too!”
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