CHAPTER ELEVEN
Pet
I’m dizzy, sick, andI don’t feel right. My head doesn’t feel right. I don’t attempt to open my eyes, because my world is spinning enough as it is with them closed, and I don’t want to vomit.
As I lie here, I become more aware of my surroundings. Outside my room there’s a conversation taking place.
“She’s more trouble than she’s worth.” The voice has Ares’ same musical husky tone, but it’s different. Angrier—if you could believe that—and though he speaks with a similar cadence, it lacks the restrained poetry of my captor. His brother then.
“Yes, well, for now she’s the only choice we have. Unless you want to make that call and spend the rest of your life running. If you have another plan, I’m all ears, but she needs a fucking hospital, Hermes.”
Hermes? That’s his evil twin’s name? And what does mean by running? What do either of these men have to run from? What do monsters run from? Bigger monsters? I have a hard time believing Ares and his brother would be afraid of anything.
“Oh, what a great idea, because that wouldn’t raise suspicion at all. She’s all over the news.”
Oh my god. I knew someone would be looking for me. I knew it. I might not know who, but they’re looking. If I can just stay alive long enough for them to find me, or if I try to escape again . . .
My door opens with its usual mocking electronic beep. Such a strangely happy sound that sends dread coursing through my body. I feign sleep, but my heart is beating so rapidly I don’t know how they can’t hear it from across the tiny cell.
“The bitch isn’t even asleep.” This doesn’t come from Ares, but Hermes, the man in the suit.
The hard slap of his leather shoes eats up the floor between us. My eyes flash open as he lunges for me. I scream and scamper back across the mattress, huddling against the glass wall like a wild animal as I stare at the twin brothers.
“It’s okay, Pet.” Ares’ hands are low, held in a warding gesture.
“Pet?” The man in the suit scoffs. “As if you could tame her. We should kill her, and find another.”
“No! Please, please don’t kill me.”
“You didn’t seem too upset with the idea of dying when you beat your head against the door a few hours ago.” He steps closer, penning me in. I scamper down the bed and launch myself at Ares, kneeling at his feet and wrapping my arms around his leg the way a frightened child might with a parent. I bow my head in submission, clinging to him, crying hysterically. “Please don’t let him kill me. Please. I’ll be good. Please don’t hurt me.”
His large hand pats my hair, and he tilts my tear-streaked face up to meet him. Those dark brown eyes are filled with amusement, and perhaps even a little compassion. “What are we going to do with you, Pet?”
“I have an idea,” Hermes says. A chill creeps along my spine, which is exposed to him. I refuse to turn away from Ares, though. I need him to believe it. I need to behave, to play his little game until help comes, or I can kill them both and escape.
“Please don’t kill me. I’ll do whatever you want. Anything.”
Ares arches a brow. “Anything?”
I dart my gaze to the floor and flame scarlet, remembering how he shoved his fingers inside my ass yesterday, or has it been longer than that? I don’t know. I’m always in this room, deep underground, and when I’m not, I’m in the windowless bathroom. It could be four a.m. right now, or it could be four in the afternoon. I have no way of knowing.
“Control your sub, Brother, or I’ll do it for you.”