Page 62 of Vow of Silence
Pain radiated up my left cheek. I slowly opened my eyes.
Le stood over me. He smacked my cheek again. “Pham wasn't happy that we lost you. I know the implant is painful but I refused to give you a sedative. I wanted you to feel the pain, therefore, you’d agree to my terms.
I was a masochist. I liked the pain. It added another level to my desire. Le wouldn’t hear me scream like a bitch. The joke would be on him.
My mind wandered to thoughts of Anya. Our last kiss was so passionate that my cock swelled. I hadn’t had the opportunity to tell her Nguyen was dead, so we had a lot to discuss when we saw each other again.
Pham sauntered around the table to peer into my face. “This implant will hurt. It is a tender torture that will remind you of your place.”
If there was one thing I knew about; it was torture.
Moving his white hair out of the way, he took the scalpel and pressed further into my flesh carving a deep pocket underneath my left breastbone. I relaxed, giving into the pain, feeling it, accepting it, and becoming one with it.
Will she still desire me now that he mutilated my body? I don’t give a damn about scars. I plan to be balls deep inside her.
The man ripped off his gloves and threw his bloody instruments in a pan of water.
I rolled my eyes. The sick piece of crap didn't even use antiseptic. It looked like a crime scene with blood splatters and dirty water everywhere.
Pham smiled. “Now, it doesn't matter if you run. At any given time, I can set off the bomb. I’m the only one who can deactivate it. You belong to me. You’re going to call Mikhail and have him meet you at this address.”
He snapped his fingers. “Le, give him the address.”
I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. They were foolish if they thought I believed they would keep me alive.
After glancing at the piece of paper Le tossed in my lap, I dialed Mikhail’s number. “Mikhail, I need you and Viktor to meet me at 294 Stare Mesto.”
“I’ll be there in forty-five minutes,” said Mikhail.
I hung up and deleted his number from the phone. I handed the phone back to Le. My body posture suggested that I was furious.These idiots need to die now.
Pham rubbed his hands together. “We’re finally going to kill that cocky bastard.”
Le glared at me. “You don’t seem convinced that your friends are about to die.”
I shrugged. “I can't promise Viktor will show up. I told you how he operates.”
Pham glared. “If he doesn't, you're dead.”
“Death comes to us all. You put a bomb in my chest. I’m dead already.”
Le leaned over the bloody water and looked at me. “I see that the pain hasn’t changed your attitude.”
Crossing my arms over my chest, I glared at him. “My girlfriend keeps my attitude in check and my balls drained. My balls are full and I feel like I’m lifting titanium with my sperm.”
Le licked his lips. “Pretty boy, with those looks your balls should never be full. If you play your cards right and Pham allows you to live, I'll see to your balls.
No, you won’t!
“My ass is a Do Not Enter zone. It’s not a garage. It’s pussy for me. No sword fighting over here.”
He cleared his throat. “If Le isn’t to your liking, maybe you’ll find your curiosity solved in me.”
Le frowned. “You just haven't met the right man.”
I was surprised that they were gay. It didn’t matter if they kept their hands and dicks away from me. I didn’t believe in taking away someone else’s choice and I wouldn’t allow mine to be snatched from me.
Le’s lips thinned. “You’re the reason your friends are about to die. How do you feel?”