The grip I had on the doorknob tightened until my knuckles went pale. I turned slowly.
The whole room was tense as fuck. Everyone froze like they’d rehearsed how not to breathe when I was around.
“What the fuck is going on?” I asked. My gut twisted. Whatever it was, it wasn’t good. My instincts were screaming like bansheby in
No one said anything. Saint just turned his laptop screen around so I could see it.
And in that second, time stopped.
The room came to a standstill.
The fucking planet held its breath.
Heck, the whole world stopped existing, and I was sure even the gods looked away as I took in the scene unfolding before me.
The laptop sat on the table like some cheap fucking portal to hell, and Saint, the cold bastard, was just watching me watch it. His fingers hadn’t twitched since he turned the screen toward me. And me? I was trying – really trying to pretend I didn’t see what I was seeing.
At first, I couldn’t process it.
Not because it was blurry, but because my brain refused, as if it was trying to protect me, because it certainly knew what came after clarity would be permanent damage.
But clarity came anyway.
And it gutted me.
As if that was not enough, Saint turned the volume up. It all sounded very distant because the only thing I could really hear at that point was the rush of blood drumming in my ears.
I staggered back a step like I’d been shot. My lungs refused to work. My fists clenched so tight I felt the skin split across my knuckles.
I heard Norlan mutter a “Fuck.” but it all sounded as under water.
I saw my mate, bound with chains, lying on the bare floor and crying her lungs out.
She was putting on a dress that wasn’t even hers to begin with. And it was already torn to shreds by… Fuck… By Kex.
Did he… Did he just hit my Kasmine?
Was he actually…
No.
Fuck, no.
Was he trying to force himself on her?
I scoffed.
My vision tilted. For a split second, I thought I was passing out.
But no. That would’ve been merciful.
I felt something wet slide down my palm. It was blood from my own clenched fist.
My nails had cut into my skin.
My eyes scanned the whole room, and every fucking person in there sat still. Watching me.
Someone in the room mumbled something, but I didn’t hear shit.
Except for one word.
“Kester!”
My girl kept screaming my name. Over and over again, like it was her only hope.
And I wasn’t there.
I wasn’t fucking there to save her.
Oh… Kex wasn’t even done.
Now he was forcing his fingers into my mate’s pussy…
I blinked again.
Everything inside me… fell silent.
The part of me that used to reason had stepped away.
My legs moved back a step. I didn’t tell them to. They just did. I stared harder, Because maybe if I stared long enough, the screen would change. Maybe it’d glitch, rewind, or even erase.
But it didn’t.
“Oh… okay,” I muttered under my breath. No one heard me.
And that’s because I wasn’t talking to them.
I was talking to the part of me that was starting to let go. Of control. Of mercy. Of fucking everything.
And, oh. Nagel was watching the show?
Didn’t he need a chair or something? Maybe some popcorn?
There! There was another man standing there. Obviously a guard. I could see the bulge in his pants. He was smirking. I bet he’d never been to a live porn performance before.
Wait… Let’s see… His eyes… They were just about the perfect size. I could easily pluck them out with two fingers.
Perfect. I’d registered his face in my head.
Now, I also had to make sure to know who the seasoned videographer was. The one who brought the phone so close that the whole crew almost saw my Kasmine’s bare pussy… Almost.
I was already beginning to imagine how he’d look without his two eyes, two hands, and two legs while still alive.
Perfect. That’s what his punishment should look like. I knew exactly how to achieve that.
“Turn it off!” Norlan yelled at Saint, who sat with a blank expression, looking at me like he enjoyed seeing me unravel in his presence.
“Let. Him. Watch.” Saint counted his words.
“What the fuck is the point?” Norlan charged toward the laptop, but Saint didn’t even flinch.
“A little madness. You’ll see. That was all Saint said.
Every fucking threat Kasmine threw at Kex was successfully registered in my head, and I’ll be sure to give her the front row while dishing out his punishment to him.
I crouched slowly, and my hand finally lifted just to touch the screen. To touch her.
Her face was stained with tears and blood. But her eyes… her eyes were fire. She spat words I never knew she had in her.
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