Kiss Me, Kill Me by Sayara St Clair

Author:Sayara St Clair
Language: eng
Format: azw3
ISBN: 9781925600063
Publisher: Sayara St. Clair
Published: 2020-04-27T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

I was aware of being carried from the car, but by whom, I could not say. I was laid down, and there was a flurry of activity around me. I heard Greg promising they would fix me and clean my wounds. He warned that it would hurt and asked me to be brave.

I was held down. Someone started manipulating my hand. I screamed, and my eyes flew open. It felt as if every single muscle in my entire body contracted at once; I went rigid.

After the initial shock, I began fighting to get away from Lorenzo, who was pinning me down, and Greg, who was my torturer of the moment.

‘Please, Ana,’ Greg begged, his voice desperate. ‘Please stay still; it’ll be over soon.’

I was in no state of mind to listen to reason. I needed to escape this pain. I pushed against Lorenzo to no avail. My body went hot, and I became drenched with sweat. The nauseous feeling that was becoming too familiar hit me again.

When Greg finally finished messing with my hand, I breathed raggedly, overwhelmed with relief. I still hurt like hell but at least things weren’t going to get worse.

I held on to that belief for a few seconds. Until Greg began working on my knee.

Utter agony—the cumulative effect making me wonder if I would expire from the pain. Making me wonder if it wouldn’t be better to just damn well die already. I cried and cried while people uttered what were supposed to be comforting words. Platitudes that meant nothing to me.

It seemed the torture went on for hours.

By the time Greg had finished reorganising the bits and pieces that made up my knee, I was heaving breaths like a post-race racehorse. My eyes were streaming, my nose running. I wouldn’t have been surprised if I was frothing at the mouth.

I hauled in deep breaths, attempting to calm myself. It’s over, it’s over, it’s over.

‘Take a deep breath and brace yourself, my dear,’ said Lorenzo. ‘This will sting.’

Oh, shit. He’s warning me now. So, what’s coming will be worse than what happened before? What the hell could be worse?

‘Aaaaarrrgh!’ I shrieked as I experienced something like acid being poured into my open wounds. I screamed more and thrashed more and begged and begged them to stop.

‘Lorenzo,’ pleaded Greg. ‘Is that necessary? Won’t the wounds clean themselves once we give her some blood?’

‘No. I’m afraid that since she is human, there is a risk of her blood being infected with the filth those villains had on them. We do not want these wounds healing with any infectious material inside.’ With that, my throat was doused with more acid or iodine or Napalm or whatever it was.

Shuddering violently from the pain, I thrashed, trying to free myself. If it were physically possible for my brain to leave my body behind and scurry away, it would have.

A wrist was pressed to my mouth. I tasted the coppery tang of blood. I grabbed hold of the wrist and sucked down my medicine, knowing it would make me better.

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