Sadistic Games 7 & 8 by Lucian Bane

Author:Lucian Bane [Bane , Lucian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-06T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIX

Mordecai debated on which tool to start off with, realizing he was distracted. What was he feeling? Why the hesitation? Indecision?

“I don’t want to rush you,” she whispered with her eyes clenched tight. “But while you’re figuring out a method to your madness, maybe you can… distract me.”

Distract her. While he mapped her pain thresholds. The conundrum served as a challenge, a puzzle to his brain.

She slowly opened one eye at him. “Like… talk to me, tell me something, that kind of distraction.”

“What do you want me to tell you?”

She went back to closed eyes aimed at the ceiling. “Anything. Everything. About you. Were you always an atheist? That kind of stuff.”

He regarded the tools on the tray, moving his hand over them, waiting for some buried instinct to flick on and choose for him while he contemplated the Miriam Variable. She wanted to know everything. He highly doubted that.

The second the thought came, his hand paused as the idea of her mental anguish suddenly vied for his attention. If he mapped her physical pain thresholds first, it would stimulate her mental one. Did he want it stimulated or did he want a reading from zero?

He fetched his stool and sat next to her and again she peeked out of one eye. “What are you doing?”

“Talking to you.”

“You’re not… going to…”

“Yes. I am. But first the talking.”

She regarded him more fully, brows pinched. “But the talking was to help distract me.”

“I know. But the talking provides me with other data I need from you.”

Concern creased her brow. “Okay. Pain or pleasure data?”

He smiled.

“Pain,” she answered before slowly going back to ceiling gazing. “Go on then. Get your torture on.”

“Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.”

He smiled appreciating the sarcasm. He even appreciated her cooperation. He still didn’t like forcing, it wasn’t the same. He could use that method with her, but the satisfaction was off. Like stale wine. But then, with her… sometimes that’s exactly what he was thirsty for.

“Do you know how you came to live with me?”

She slowly turned to eye him like something might be wrong with his memory. “I… answered your ad.”

He tilted his head, smiling. “Do you know why you answered my ad?”

More staring. “I needed a place, I was evicted. I told you that.”

“And… then you found me in the paper. Just like that.”

She hesitated. “Yes,” she finally said.

He raised his brows and shrugged. “And you didn’t find that… unusual?”

“I… found it… miraculous. Pretty sure I told you that too.”

He grinned at her fully, his adrenalin slowly climbing. “Miraculous,” he said softly.

“Just say what you want to say, Mordecai.”

Her cool tone charged his muscles, indicating the approaching take-down conflict. “So, you believe that God sent you to me?”

“Yes,” she said without a second of hesitation.

“What if I told you that it wasn’t a miracle? That it was all planned?” He allowed his smile to peek out. “By me.”

He watched her face closely, relishing the sheer anticipation of what was coming. But she shot down his wager with a sudden burst of laughter that went on until his jaw hardened with urges of retaliation.

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