Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos

Seconds pass by and when no one opens the door, Malaky gets more and more desperate. I enjoy seeing this expression on his face. It's the same one Olivia made when she was raped over and over again by Malaky.

"I don't think you did, but this is why we are here," I sneer before stepping in front of him and placing the tip of my knife at the base of his neck. "With what should I start first? With you dick," Malaky's face turns ashen, "so you won't abuse women ever again? Or," I slide the tip of the knife all the way to his right wrist, leaving a red behind it, "your hands, so you won't touch what doesn't belong to you."

"Look, Paola was the one who got into my bed. The bitch seduced me. What was I supposed to do when she offered to suck me?" Malaky begs for us to understand. "Did Cricket beg for your cock as well?"

Malaky blinks. "Who?"

I push my knife into his wrist, the sharp tip piercing his skin. Malaky tries to push the chair back but what he doesn't know is that the legs are anchored to the floor. No matter what he does, he won't get away from me. "Don't play dumb with me! You know very well who I'm talking about. She was about five feet tall, with brown hair and grey eyes. She was killed not long ago. Behind her left ear, she had a mark that looked like a tattoo of a cricket." Malaky takes a moment to think. "Melanie?"

I don't know Cricket's real name, but I'll ask Wasp later. For now, I'll assume Cricket was Melanie.

"Did you kill her?" Rueben asks before I can.

"What? No! No!" Malaky quickly denies it. "She was part of the Hunt back in December. Since then, I lost track of her."

I push my knife deeper into his wrist. "Who bought her?"

Malaky tries to shrug. "Like I said, I don't keep track of the bitches who take part in the Hunt. Except for the dead ones, as my father's men need to dispose off the bodies. We can't have bodies all over the forests near the city, or it will draw to much attention."

"We want a list with everyone who took part in that Hunt," Ansel demands.

"You think I'm stupid enough to keep a list so that anyone can get their hands on it at any time?" Malaky huffs.

I don't believe he doesn't have one, but maybe the list won't be of any help since those taking part in the Hunt go by aliases. There's a reason the men have to wear masks: in case any of the women escapes, she won't be able to identify any of the men.

Maybe I won't be able to do anything with a list full of aliases, but Cirro can.

"You would be stupid not to have one. To keep track of those who purchase women from you," I say.

Malaky presses his lips in a thin line.

In moments like these, I wish I still had my pets. After Jasper got rid of them, I didn't have anymore. As much as I like scorpions and snakes, the sight of them reminds me of what Rueben and I did to Olivia. It would probably take years before I decide to get more pets.

"Dima, get a fire in the stove started," I say to Dimitri.

Dima is one of Dimitri's aliases.

"There's firewood next to the cabin," Ansel lets Dimitri know.

Dimitri goes to do what I asked.

I don't need scorpions and snakes to terrify Dukes.

The knife and the other things I brought with me in the toolbox are more than to make Malaky beg me to kill him.

Without warning, I start cutting off his wrist. Blood drips on the wooden floor. I don't rush, prolonging his suffering. "Get the IV ready," I say to Jasper.

I don't plan to let Malaky die any time soon.

Jasper goes to look into my backpack while my knife sinks deeper and deeper into Makaly's flesh. He has plenty of it since he's a fat pig who likes stuffing his face with food.

Malaky screams, bucking, trying to get away from me. But there is no place Malaky can go and escape my wrath. He touched my woman! He hurt her and let others do the same. I won't rest until everyone who abused Olivia is dead. I don't ever want her to feel afraid that she might be taken back to the Celestial Heaven. No one will be able to separate us again.

Dimitri returns with firewood, and Ansel goes to help him start the fire.

The knife reaches bones, cutting ligaments.

"Stop!" Malaky screams.

"I would, but you keep refusing to answer my questions," I nonchalantly say.

Malaky hesitates just one second before crying out in pain, "My father has all the lists!" just as his hand falls in his blood on the floor.

I chuckle while he screams. "See. That wasn't that hard."

It takes several moments for Malaky to stop screaming.

"My hand," Malaky whimpers.

Dimitri and Ansel get the fire started.

"You still have one left," I point out. "And it's the left one too." I take a step back. "I hope you leftie and not right-handed, because you will have to learn how to jerk off with your non-dominant hand."

Rueben picks up Malaky's hand from the floor. "Maybe you can find someone to give you a hand." Malaky glares at Rueben. It's always so much fun to break a Duke's spirit. "Not me! The only one my hands are touching is my wife." Dimitri heats up the poker used to clean the stove. "I heard science made a lot of progress lately and there are very good prosthetic arms on the market."

Rueben puts his arm around Malaky's shoulders. "Do you head that? You can get one of those robotic arms. Heard chicks are into that shit."

"You can even say you are a cyborg," Ansel suggests.

"Maybe I should cut his other hand, so you stand your transformation right away," I say and place my knife against his other wrist.

"No!" Malaky screams as I cut off his other hand.novelbin