Our relationship had changed into a mutual liaison. She leaned on me. I leaned on her.
“Know why we’ve summoned you here, Nila?” Suits of armour watched me as Cut smiled. “Care to guess what you’ll pay tonight?”
No…
Jethro…
“Before we begin, we’re going to have a little ‘show and tell.’” Daniel left me on the rug, heading toward a small table covered with black cloth. “I’m sure once you’ve seen what’s under here, you’ll thank your fucking stars that you have the power to stop us from using them.”
My heart charged, pumping blood through my veins.
“What power?”
“Obey and do what we say and they remain purely ornamental.” Removing the cloth, Daniel grabbed something and held it behind his back. “Know what this is, Nila?”
I hated that question.
Every time I’d heard it, it delivered yet more torment.
I wanted to dismantle the sentence, burn the vowels, tear apart the consonants. I never wanted to hear that jumble of words again in my life.
Keeping my head high, I didn’t look at him.
“You’d be best to answer me, Nila.” Daniel came closer, stopping in front of me. His voice hammered nails into my coffin.
I looked into his demonic eyes, nostrils flaring with anger. My hands opened and closed for a weapon. “No, I don’t know what that is and I don’t care. You’re like a bloody child looking for your parent’s approval.”
Bonnie chuckled. “Oh, tonight will teach that tongue of yours a lesson.”
“Take me back to my room. I’m done playing.”
Daniel laughed, catching my wrist and holding me steadfast. “Not so fast, Weaver.” Stroking my nipple through my white nightgown, he murmured, “Did you forget who called it quits the other night? You were tired. I could tell. The Scavenger’s Daughter would’ve driven you mad if I hadn’t stepped in.” He pinched me. “I was the one who unbuckled the iron and let you go.”
He’s right.
His concern for my wellbeing could’ve come across as kind and caring—if he hadn’t also been the one who’d swatted me with willow reed while I was bowed and imprisoned by the awful Scavenger’s Daughter.
He’d been tasked with teaching me manners after I’d refused to eat with them. He’d been told to make me bleed.
Surprisingly, he hadn’t.
He’d been happy just drawing my tears.
However, according to Cut, I was a spoil-sport.
The Daughter had been used to crush its victims. Bowing with my head on my knees, the iron bars had been excruciating, slowly tightening with a winch, folding me into fatal origami.
“What do you want from me? Appreciation? An award for mercy? What?”
Daniel narrowed his gaze, holding out the item. “What I want, Nila, is for you to play along.”
I snorted, unable to hide my disgust. “Play along while you torture me? Sure, why didn’t I think of that?” My eyes fell on the object. For once, I had no clue what it was. I didn’t recall seeing it in the torture book that V owned, and I couldn’t piece it together.
Bracing my spine, I said, “I told you. I have no idea what it is. Hurry up and get it out of my face.”
He ignored my command, smiling like a Cheshire cat. “Good. Gives me the chance to teach you something for a change.”
You’ve taught me a lot, Buzzard.
How to hate.
How to crave death.
How to plot your demise.
Daniel laughed, stroking the roundish brass device with a corkscrew in the middle and petals lodged together with a small circular handle. It was pretty in an old-fashioned, barbaric way.
“This is a Pear of Anguish.” He shoved it beneath my nose. “Ever seen one before?”
“I just told you I didn’t know what it was.”
He beamed. “Allow me to show you how it works.” I recoiled as he held the pear and twisted the small lever at the bottom. Slowly the petals expanded outward, forming a morbid four-leaf flower. “This ingenious device has three uses.”
I swallowed hard as he kept spreading the petals.
“Use number one was for liars and instigators. The pear was forced into their throat and slowly opened until their jaw cracked.”
I shuddered.
“Use number two was for gay men or priests who broke their faith. It was shoved up their arse and cranked wide until their arsehole ripped.” He laughed, flaring out the pear to full expansion. “The third was for women. Adulterers and nuns who’d lied about being virgins for their God or faithful spouses. It was shoved up their twats, and only once they’d been stretched were they deemed repentant enough to deserve the Judas Cradle or Brazen Bull.”
I closed my eyes. I didn’t want to imagine the rest of the torture devices. There was too much joy in creating so much pain. I couldn’t stomach it. I’d seen photos of the Brazen Bull—of stuffing a poor person inside a bronze statue and lighting a fire beneath. The victim roasted alive, while the smoke of their charred remains escaped through the nostrils of the bull.
I shivered.
His fingers caressed my cheek. “Don’t worry. I won’t use it tonight. Only show and tell, remember?” Snickering, he placed the Pear of Anguish on a side table and picked up a wicked pincher device.
Cut said, “You’d do well to behave, Nila. One misstep and they become part of the toys used. Got it?”
I glowered, not stooping to his level with a response.
Jethro…
Keep my thoughts on him.
Whatever they planned to do tonight would be bearable as long as my mind found a way to be free.
Daniel waved the next piece in my face. “Any clue?”
I shook my head, hating him more every passing second.
“It’s called a Breast Slicer.” Daniel opened the pinchers which were formed into two wicked spikes. “This would be stabbed into the outer edges of a woman’s tits, impaling her.”
My nipples twinged as blood raced faster.
“Then they’d be ripped out as fast and as hard as possible.” He demonstrated with a quick jerk. “No more tits.” Fondling the awful item, he laughed. “Women had it pretty hard in medieval England. Wouldn’t you agree?”
That one I did agree with.
I nodded.
I expected more tormenting, but Daniel grew bored.
Tossing the Breast Slicer to clang against the Pear of Anguish, he looked at Cut. “Can I start, or do you want me to do something else first?”
What’s going to happen?
Whatever it was, he’d given me fair warning. It would be only fair to use that knowledge for my benefit. My mind charged ahead with gruesome plans. If I remained untethered, I might be able to use the Breast Slicer on him and then ram the Pear of Anguish down Bonnie’s throat. Cut would have to wait—or I could skewer him with a poker from the black marble fireplace.
Cut steepled his fingers. “You can start, Buzzard.”
Daniel clapped his hands. “Hear that, Nila? Permission. Fucking sister has done a good job at keeping you out of bounds, but tonight she’s not invited.” He grinned. “She’s also not invited to the secret surprise we have for you. That will just be you, me, and Cut. Jasmine thinks she’s won. But she won’t be coming with us.” His golden eyes darkened. “And that means there won’t be anyone to stop me.”
Loathsome repugnance ran through my body.
He’s talking about the Third Debt.
“Get on with it, Dan,” Bonnie muttered.
Daniel prowled around me. “Don’t rush me, Grandmamma. I’m enjoying myself.” He gathered my long hair, playing with it.
I couldn’t unglue myself from the rug.
“You’re very pretty, Nila. I can see why Jethro thought with his cock rather than his brain.” Braiding my hair, he inhaled me. “But unlike my broken brother, I can keep a level head around you.” His entire body reeked of greed and gluttony—not on food or money—but power over another’s life.
My life.
His hands dropped from my hair, ensnaring my wrists. “Because of that, I don’t trust you. And tonight, it’s all about obedience.”
I gasped as he yanked my hands behind me, binding them with a rope I hadn’t seen. I squirmed in his hold, wanting to escape whatever would come next. So much for my plan of killing them.
“Don’t do this.” My voice was heavy with fury. Don’t take me away from Jethro when he’s only just come back to me. To have such love and hope granted and then stripped away was the height of cruelty. I loathed my fate. I despised my karma.
Daniel laughed loudly, his baritone bouncing off the den walls. “Don’t worry. You have full control over tonight.”
“You keep saying that. What does it mean?”
Spinning me in his hold, he stroked my cheek. “I mean that you’ll have a choice of what happens.”
“If I have a choice, then I choose for this to end. Right now.”
He chuckled. “Not that simple, Weaver.”
My wrists fought against the twine. I forced myself to ignore the discomfort and rapidly building fear. My unhappiness didn’t matter to Daniel. He only saw what he wanted—a girl to torture and daddy’s approval to do it.