Page 61 of Be My Sacrifice
“Your whore has abandoned you. She’s leveled up, and with someone better, someone more important than some lowly guard,” the contorted voice of gorilla number one speaks close to my ear.
No, he’s wrong, Dinah will come for me. She would never leave me here to suffer and die.
“She stopped looking for you the minute she saved her husband. That’s who she was looking for, not you. You were just something to pass the time with,” gorilla number two calls out, before slapping my face severely.
No, Dinah is going to save me. She loves me. She’s coming; I know she is. She won’t stop until I’m free. Another burn starts on the side of my shoulder, the pain so intense that it feels like my skin is melting off.
“Look here, boy, the woman you claim loves you… she’s too busy fucking Abraham Mercier to even bother looking for you. Look at what a dirty whore she is, down on her knees for him.” A small tablet screen is placed in front of my face, and one of the guards yanks back my head until I’m forced to look at it. My eyes widen as I blink away my confusion, and on the screen is my Nightstar, inside a horse stall on her knees, sucking Abraham’s cock.
“She doesn’t look too worried about you being out here suffering, now does she, boy? She’s not looking for you. You’re protecting a whore who forgot you the minute she found something better.”
No, no, no, it’s lies. It’s all lies; Dinah wouldn’t forget me. She wouldn’t abandon me. She knows I love her, and would do anything for her. She’s going to come for me. Abraham and Ezekiel will help her, I know they will. They will rescue me.
A sharp sensation of skin being split with a blade starts at the back of my knee, and works its way down to my calf. A scream tears from my throat, even as I attempt to swallow it.
“She rescued my son, Sammy. She didn’t even look for you.” Noah shoves the screen back in my face, and one of the guards pinches my eyelids open when I try to force them closed, and refuse to look at the screen.
“Look at how happy he is to see her. Look at how she doesn’t punish him for trying to murder her. She’s back together with him and Abe. She wants to be with him. She’s forgiven him. She loved Ezekiel always, even when she was a little girl. He was always her prince charming.”
No, Dinah wouldn’t have so easily forgiven him. She wouldn’t, would she? She was there to rescue me too, not just him. Then why didn’t she find me? Why did she let Noah abduct me again?
“Ezekiel and Abraham will convince her to return to the Brotherhood fold. They want to be princes of the Order. They don’t want to rebel. She will be a perfect, well-behaved Sacred Wife. Ezekiel will make sure of it.”
No, it’s not true, it’s lies. Dinah wants to burn the Brotherhood down. She doesn’t want to be a Sacred Wife. She didn’t even want to marry Ezekiel; the fucker tricked her.
“Watch, Sammy. She was jealous when she found him about to marry Ruth. She wants Ezekiel for herself. She never asked about you. She was just angry at him. You were never on her mind.”
He plays me a grainy video of Dinah, clearly incensed with Ezekiel, inside a large room of the house we were confined to, after our disastrous escape attempt from the Rothesay estate. She calls him her husband in the video, and the sound of her voice makes my heart lurch. She never once in the short video asks where I am.She never searches for me. She and Abe are there together, but no one looks for me.They all leave together without me. They forget about me. They leave me behind to suffer.
“You see, Sammy, she never cared about you. You were never important to her. She was always waiting for Ezekiel to claim her. You were just a way to make him crave her. You were nothing but a tool she used and discarded. You mean nothing to her.”
“No...” The word leaves my lips with no strength. I can’t deny any of his accusations when the evidence is right in front of me, plain for anyone to see. The room spins again with a kaleidoscope of colors, making me dizzy, and I think I see red birds flying by, and a purple pig rolling across the floor.What the fuck is happening to me? Is that a llama? It can’t be, can it?
“Tell me where the rebels are hiding, and I will show you mercy.”
I refuse to open my mouth and utter any more words. It doesn’t matter anymore; nothing matters anymore. I’m going to die here, alone.
“Waterboard him until he talks. If that doesn’t work, use a combination of water and electricity. Keep him alive until we have the information we need.” Noah walks away from us, and I’m almost positive a giant cobra snake follows him like a pet. A cloth is placed over my face, obscuring my view, and making me panic and thrash against the wood I’m restrained to.
The first drop of water I feel through the cloth, and over my nose, has me losing what was left of my control, and of my bladder, and I scream and scream until I shatter entirely. The water keeps coming, and I keep choking until I can’t breathe. I can’t get a breath inside of my tight chest, and I know I am going to die.
I just want to die; let me fucking die.Let me fucking die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die, let me die.
I can’t continue taking any more of this pain. Wherever Dinah is, she has forgotten about me. She has abandoned me now that she has them. She was never mine; I am just a lowly guard. She was always theirs, and now I will pay for my sins of reaching too high, and thinking I could touch the sky.
Dinah Camrose was a curse placed on me, and where she is, I no longer care, I just want to die.
Chapter forty
The Sinner
Dinah
Wegotwordlastnight from David, and his rebel forces, that my nephew had been rescued, and was in a safe house with his mother, awaiting my arrival to meet them. Before I can do anything, though, I have to keep up my end of the bargain with David. Even though everything within me is telling me this is a trap, that he’s setting me up, and I don’t know what his endgame is, which terrifies me.Am I going to die today? Are we all going to die today?
Despite the feelings that are bringing darkness to my heart and mind, and the possibility I could very well lose my life tonight, here I am outside of the Holy Father’s mansion, which is crawling with Brotherhood soldiers, awaiting a distraction caused by the rebel forces, so I can go in and murder my great uncle, and the supreme leader of our society.Easy, right? Fucking not.
David has indicated that after I perform tonight’s gruesome task, he will disclose the location of where Noah is keeping Sammy. As much as I don’t trust David and his motives, and I fucking don’t, he’s a snake, he has provided me with pictures showing, in graphic detail, the deplorable state that Sammy is in. He’s half dead already, tied to a devil’s cross, and there is not an inch of him that is not covered in blood or wounds. David’s mole inside has made it clear that his mind might be as broken as his body is at the moment. I cannot delay any further if I want to save him, and David, the bastard, will not help me unless he gets what he wants. My anxiety is rising along with panic. It feels as if a clock is rapidly ticking away in countdown mode, and I don’t know how to stop it.