Slaughter — Chapter no 12

CHAPTER TWELVE

AVERY

THE WATER IS BLOOD RED and has started to turn cold, but I had to do this. I’ve been sitting in her room, waiting for her to wake up, and when she did, I couldn’t look at the blood covering her anymore. I had showered earlier after I watched the tape with my brother where she tore herself open, so now it was her turn.

“Stand up,” I order, and she slowly makes her way to her feet.

I grab the towel off the floor and stand, starting to dry off her neck and shoulders. She silently cries, and I’m not sure if it’s due to humiliation or pain. I come to her tits, and they make my cock grow behind my zipper. Her pink nipples harden from the coldness, and I run the towel over them, drying them off. Water runs down her flat stomach and her smooth pussy.

She still has bruises on both of her hips from the way I took her over the dining room table, and she hisses in a breath when I push on them too hard as I dry them off. Dark bruises cover both wrists and ankles as well.

I don’t apologize.

“Step out,” I order her, and she does as I say on shaky legs. “How do you

feel?”

“Fine.”

I stop drying her legs and stand to my full height, glaring down at her.

“Tell me the truth. Do you need something for the pain?”

“I’m. Fine.” She says each word slowly as if I may not understand her,

and I nod.

Okay.

I take her by the hand and pull her out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. The red comforter has been replaced by a white one. The white sheets have been replaced with black ones. I had sent Marvin a text letting him know she was awake while she collapsed on the bedroom floor and to come change out the bedding and bring her a water and some food.

I pull back the duvet. “Get in,” I command, and she does slowly.

“I don’t wanna sleep naked,” she says softly.

“Too bad.”

She lets out a long breath, too tired to argue. “Here,” I say, grabbing the tray that sits on her nightstand. “You need to eat something.”

She looks over at the pancakes, eggs, and bacon. After a long second, she chooses a single piece of toast. “I want you to eat everything,” I tell her and then turn around and leave.

I enter my study to find my brother still sitting there. “Don’t you ever go home?” I ask, sitting down at my desk.

He pours me a new glass of scotch. “How is she?” He was just as impressed as I was from the video of her lying in the bathtub naked, cutting herself open.

I grab the glass and take a drink. “She’s pissed.”

He sits back in his seat. “Well, that is expected. She tried to escape and failed. But I’m sure she’ll try again.”

I snort and take another sip, needing more. My cock is so hard for her it hurts.

“She’s smarter than I remember,” he says with a smirk.

I nod. “Seems so.”

“So what are you going to do now?” he asks, taking a drink from his own

glass.

I shake my head. “No clue.”

He arches a brow.

“What?” I snap.

“Well, that’s not like you not to have a plan.”

I know. It’s not like me at all.