His arms are extended above him, and his feet barely touch the floor. Muscles upon muscles are corded across his body. He’s a weapon, wielding such strength, such power. His head lifts, and his dark eyes lock on me. They’re filled with something, a darkness, a fire, and such strength, it stops my heart. His full lips are flat, his chiselled cheeks are clenched, and his strong jaw is sharp enough to cut glass. His neck strains, causing his veins to pop.
He looks like a demon, a chained Lucifer. He’s calm, collected, and in control, even chained like an animal.
He’s not just good-looking, he’s breathtaking.
Covered in scars, he will never be traditionally attractive, but each raised, bevelled line intersecting across his tanned skin only makes me stare harder. We match. His thick thighs are encased in jeans, which are covered in blood, and his long limbs lead to bare, bloody, huge feet. He’s a fucking giant. Big everywhere. Enormous, actually.
I’ve never seen a man like him in real life. In porn and films sure, but before my own eyes? Never. He’s what poets talk about, what Greek gods were based on. He’s a being to be reckoned with, but it’s more than the scars, the body, and the dark and dangerous vibe pumping through him that stills me.
It’s those eyes.
I know why they fear him. In those depths, I see such death, such need for violence, it awakens my desire again. I could lose myself forever in his darkness, and I would die with a smile on my face with those hands wrapped around my neck as he snaps it.
He’s a killer, a murderer. Even though he already told me, I can see it in his gaze and in the anger coating him like a second skin.
My ogling is cut short as I’m dropped to the floor. “Ready to have some fun for our audience, dog?” The guard grins down at me as I hide my hand by my side, staring up at him from my back, the wind knocked out of me. “Don’t worry, assassin, I’ll leave what’s left of her for you. We know you like to rip them up.”
Boogeyman growls, “Don’t.”
The guard ignores him, kneeling on either side of my hips as he grins, his hard cock pressed against his trousers. His hands dart out and wrap around my neck. He likes to choke me until I almost die, then fuck me while I struggle to breathe. He likes my pain, my blood, but it seems he wants this to last so he can put on a show like he said.
He isn’t playing. He squeezes hard. I feel my eyes bug out as I scratch his hand with my empty one, half fighting. I need to, or he’ll wonder what’s going on. I kick and twist as he laughs, faking it even as I grip the metal shard tighter.
A plan comes to mind.
My revenge starts here while Boogeyman watches.