Bride 112

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Chapter 112

Katrina’s POV

“Ethan? What are you doing?” I asked, my eyes on the blade. My heart thumped fast in my chest, goosebumps filling my body.

He was doing the same things Silas had done to me, but while one was meant to please me, the other brought pain.

“Isn’t it obvious what I’m doing?” Ethan’s grin widened as he pressed the knife harder against my arm, the sharp tip threatening to pierce my skin.

I bit the bottom of my lip, trying to force myself from groaning in pain.

I didn’t know how far Ethan was willing to go to get what he wanted. I didn’t know if he would actually hurt me badly, but I hoped Silas stopped doing whatever it was he was doing and tried to save me.

Or what if I tried to save myself? I’m not some damsel in distress that needs saving.

“Come on Katrina. I want to see you scream in pain. I want you to beg me while knowing I wouldn’t give you any chance of mercy,”

Ethan pressed the knife tip deeper into my skin, blood trickling down my arm.

I clenched my teeth, my eyes squeezing shut. But yet, I didn’t make a sound of pain.

“Still going to play tough, Katrina?” he asked, his voice almost casual, as though this were some twisted game.

Maybe to him, it was a game because he seemed to be having fun. A game to find out just how much pain Katrina could take.

But why was it always me? Why not someone else? Heck, why not Silas‘ betrothed?

I’m certain Silas would show much reaction if she was the one who was kidnapped.

“Katrina… You’re making this boring,” Ethan drawled out my name, his eyes falling on mine like he was actually bored.

“If you need entertainment, why don’t you go to a playground?” I spat out.

I was getting tired of being the subject of torture.

“That’s because I want you

Katrina,”

His words were followed by hand movements as he reached for something in his pockets.

For a brief moment, the knife was pulled away from my arm and I let out a sigh of relief.

How long am I expected to keep going through this?

“If you touch me, my father would-” I started, but his eyes immediately turned to me, cutting my words off.

There’s no way he would possibly know about my current relationship with my father. So if I played my cards right, I might

me go. scare him into lettin

“Are you actually threatening me, Katrina?” Ethan mused like it was the most hilarious thing he had ever heard.

There was no fucking way he would do it, would he? But as I stared into his eyes, I didn’t know what to think.

If he knew that Marcos didn’t give two shits about me, then maybe I was truly fucked.

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I didn’t respond, refusing to let him see any flicker of fear. But the burn of the blade against my flesh came as a shock but I clenched my fists behind my back, nails digging into my palms.

“I’ll take that silence as bravery,” Ethan mused, pulling the blade away. For a brief moment, I felt relief–until he grabbed a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back.

I hissed in pain, my neck straining as he forced me to meet his eyes.

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“Tell me, does Silas ever look at you like this?” he taunted, his breath hot against my face. “With total control? I bet he does. You’ve always been drawn to power, haven’t you?”

His words brought a wave of shame through me, and I have never felt so humiliated by just mere words.

“Fuck you, Ethan,” I spat, the defiance in my tone masking the tremor in my chest.

“Oh, sweetheart, you wish,” he sneered, shoving my head forward. My scalp burned, but I bit my lip to stop a gasp from escaping.

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Ethan turned away briefly, rummaging through a small toolbox. My stomach twisted at the sound of metal clinking together.

He threw the knife in his away and I watched as it clanked to the floor loudly.

My eyes darted between Ethan and the knife.

If I could get my hands on those then I was set. I wouldn’t care this time, I’d be ending his life with it.

“You see,” he started, pulling out a pair of pliers, “torture isn’t just about pain. It’s about breaking the mind. And you, Katrina, seem to have quite the willpower.”

My heart raced as he approached again, holding the pliers like a toy he couldn’t wait to use. He crouched in front of me, grabbing my bound feet and examining my toenails.

“Let’s see how long you’ll last without screaming,” he murmured sliding the pliers over the smallest toe.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” I snarled, my voice trembling now. I tried to thrash around, but my movements were doing little to nothing.

Ethan only smiled, tightening the grip on the pliers. I braced myself, my teeth clenched so hard I thought they’d crack. The pressure on my finger grew unbearable, and then-