Page 88 of I Will Break You
“Good girl. Now, touch yourself.”
“How do you want it?” I whisper, trying to rekindle a spark from our morning phone calls.
“Do it. Now,” he bellows.
Flinching, I reach down between my legs and rub my clit. It’s already swollen from having watched the spectacle playing above. When one of the men mumbles something around his mouthful, I resist the urge to look in case Xero flies into a jealous rage.
I roll my nipples with the fingers of my free hand and force myself to focus on the sensations and not the sinister spirit.Pleasure gathers in my core, making my breath quicken. This arousal must be some kind of stress response, because I should be sickened.
Xero’s pale eyes remain fixed on mine, burning with an intensity that makes me quiver.
“You used to moan so prettily for me in the mornings,” he says, his voice sharp with accusation. “Why are you silent now? Was it all for show?”
Shit. Nothing I do seems to satisfy this specter. “Back then, I wasn’t scared shitless. I also had toys, and you were telling me what to do.”
He was also miles away, in a high-security prison surrounded by armed guards without a chance in hell of making me enact the fantasies for real. I felt so special to have caught the interest of the most infamous caged man, and powerful because he was the hottest thing on social media, yet he chose me above all others.
I don’t voice that part out loud. Myra’s life still hangs in the balance.
“You want a little help?” he growls.
“Yes, please.”
He tosses the bag on the floor, making my heart jolt. Every drop of blood leaves my face and drains straight to the pulse between my legs.
“What’s inside?” I ask.
“Take a look.”
Someone in the video is coming so loudly that my ears ring with the sound of his pleasure. Without meaning to, I glance up to find the hangman spurting his load over BJ’s face.
BJ turns to the camera, his face a rictus of terror. “Wait. I don’t want to die. Please. Stop.”
The screen freezes.
“What happened next?” I ask.
Xero points a skeletal digit toward the bag.
I shudder. “Am I going to encounter someone’s severed penis?”
He snaps his finger, the sharp sound making me shiver.
“Alright,” I rasp.
Shudders seize my spine and cold sweat breaks out across myskin. Dread drags my belly across the floorboards as I crawl out of my corner and slide my hand into the bag. This will be like the envelopes, only ten times more macabre because I know exactly what to expect.
When my fingers brush against something warm and fleshy, every fine hair springs to life, and I flinch. “Whose body parts are inside?”
“Yours, if you keep wasting my time,” he snarls.
Throat tightening, I fumble around inside, cringing at the suspicious textures. I graze over something covered in coarse hair that could easily be a testicle. Nausea seizes my gut, and I force myself not to gag. It’s still warm from the method Xero uses to preserve body parts like Gavin’s fingers.
Ignoring it, I search around for another object, finding something silicone. I pull it out to discover it’s the dildo Xero commissioned from a mold of his cock.
Relief washes through my system, and I hold it up, trying not to sound too triumphant. “Here.”
He nods. “Stick it in your pussy.”