You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 210

We kept going. Then a strong stench suddenly hit me.

The closer we got, the heavier it became, until it felt like it was coating the back of my throat.

Finally, I found him, seated on the floor, somewhere behind a big metal table.

I just had to believe it was him as he was the only one in the room. Otherwise, the man before me looked nothing like the monster that hunted my dreams.

His head was completely shaved. One eye was gone; just an empty, ruined socket. His nose had collapsed into an ugly angle, his lips split, swollen, and crusted with old blood. A long, straight scar sliced from the middle of his chest to his belly, still fresh enough to simmer beneath the skin.

There wasn't a single patch of him untouched.

He sat naked with his back against the table, chains swallowing his wrists and ankles. Aside from looking so thin, he looked like someone that'd completely given up. I wasn't sure he'd even be able to escape if the gate was left open for him.

Void stepped in front of him without ceremony and kicked him hard in the ribs. "Wake up. You have a visitor."

When Blayne only stirred faintly, Void kicked him again, this time in the jaw.

Blood spilled from his mouth as he coughed and groaned. His remaining eye fluttered open slowly, unfocused at first, then dragged to me.

The fear I'd carried inside shrank.

Now, he looked too weak and pathetic. I wouldn't even need Void to defend myself against him.

A rough sound scraped from his throat as he turned his face away. "Looks like someone missed me."

His voice was barely holding together.

My nails bit into my palms. "You look pathetic for someone who used to be a leader."

I stepped closer until I stood right in front of him. "Even I never looked this defeated when I was with you."

He went quiet, his eye closed.

I turned to Void. "Do you have a whip?"

Blayne's eye opened at the mention of that.

Void didn't answer. He simply walked to one of the steel tables and returned with a four-tailed whip.

Blayne's gaze jumped between me and the leather. With only one eye, his fear was harder to read, but I prayed it was vast. As vast as the terror he used to flood into me when he chained me to his bed and whip me all night.

"You know, Blayne once told me a story." I was speaking to Void but had my eyes on the despicable bastard. "He said growing up, he always felt unseen by your mother and believed that most times, she wasn't even aware he existed. I could only imagine how frustrating it must be for him to be the non-existent son while his brother got all the praises he desired. Is that why you became this? Even with your mother dead, you still wanted to be the son she wanted? Look how you failed at that."

His chest began to rise and fall harder. He was getting pissed.

I slid my fingers slowly along the leather tails of the whip, my gaze fixed on it instead of him. "This is for those nights I stayed awake crying in the room because my back hurt and wouldn't let me sleep. Its for those times you crushed my dignity under your boots and humiliated me in front of everyone. It's for every single day I spent being afraid of even your footsteps. It's for every single day you mastered me and made me feel gratitude to you for even existing."

My hands began to shake at this part, the world blurring at the edges. "This is for the cleaner I had to kill in my room to escape you. She might've been working for you, but knowing who you are, I'm sure she didn't have a choice. This is for Claudia and every other girl that was killed in our escape."

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I looked at him.

"And this..." my voice dropped to a whimper. "This for Josephine. The friend who had turned to a sister. She risked everything for me. She deserves to be here as much as I am today." I sniffled. "These are people you've taken down your ugly belly, Blayne, and today," Sniff. "on behalf of them, I punish you."

I didn't bother wiping my face as I lifted the whip.

He gave his head a small shake with the strength he could manage. "Rali—"

I struck him hard on the neck.

I'd never been one to partake in torture or support it, but the animal-like grunt that tore from his throat ignited something savage inside me; something I had known was starving to be fed.

I went on, whipping him on nearly every part of his body; his head, his face, his chest, his thighs, legs until he was twisting against the floor. The whips reopened his wounds, both dry and fresh, making him bleed from almost every corner. He was in so much pain, the kind I didn't know I needed him to be.

"Please! Just stop... Please!"

That shocked the hell out of me. My mouth parted in utter surprise.

Woah. Blayne was begging me?

I stopped whipping him and just stood back, watching his misery. It looked good. Felt good.

"Go on your knees and beg properly," I ordered him.

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