Isabella’s P.O.V.Ever felt like pissing someone off so damn much where the person loses control and then lives to regret it. That is exactly how I felt and what I wanted him to feel, to say he was pissed off wouldn’t be phrasing it right; he was beyond it, he was INFURIATED and that is what I wanted.
My words cut like a knife right through his heart and the cuts were deep enough for me to make him bleed to his death. His smirk disappeared like salt does in water, no hint of its existence at all. I bend down a little to come face to face with him and say, “What? Cat got your tongue BOY?” My emphasis on the word ‘Boy’ does not go unnoticed by him as he seethes back, “Untie me and I’ll show you right here how much of a man I am, bitch.” His words don’t affect me as I know what stands ahead of him, but riles up the guys; especially Mason, who within a second pulls me behind him and has his hand wrapped around Jackson’s Throat. His movement are so fast that I’m still standing there comprehending, when I see Jackson turning purple due to loss of oxygen and that is enough for me to get back to this world. Grabbing Mason’s hand, I pull him away and stand in between them to create some space. My actions do nothing to bring Mason back, neither do they help in calming him down, he looks pissed and to say; a little bit scary too, his canines are protruding out, his Iris have turned pitch black and his claws are on the verge of coming out.
Not Now Alastair.
As my word reach him, his eyes flicker towards me and within a second, they start turning back in to their beautiful blue; the ones that make me go weak in my knees. Mason’s breathing is still ragged which means he is fighting with Alastair to keep him in control but the veins that are popping up in his throat say a different story; maybe he needs a little help. I place my palm on his cheek as I oh-so-subtly caress it with thumb, the movement catches Mason’s attention and as I hear his sigh; I move my hand behind his ears and give it a little scratch as I mind-link Alastair.
“Calm down Alastair. I know you’re pissed at him and maybe want to tear him into pieces; so do I. So how about you try to stand down for a little while” I am cut short of my request when Mason’s eyes flicker towards mine with a question look that say Are you kidding me?; but I don’t let him say anything as I continue, “Only till I’m done with him and after I’m done with him, he is all yours. You can rip him into shreds or torture him to your heart’s content, for all I care.” Hearing this, there is a hint of admiration glistening in his eyes with a smallest of smirk by the curve of his lips. I nod at him to confirm my words by adding, “But only after I’m done. You think you could do that for me?”
Mason’s voice brings me back of whatever trance I was in as I hear him say, “Anything for you love.” His reply makes blood rise to my cheeks as I turn to go back to my culprit when I hear him mumble, “But I can’t promise you that I won’t kill him afterwards.” His mumbling makes me chuckle which catches attention from everyone, especially from my culprit.
“What’s so funny huh?” are his vile words, I just look at him with a raised brow as I answer, “You are.” My answer leaves him baffled for a few moments which gives me a chance to continue and pour some more unpleasant thoughts on him, “You amuse me kid but Alas! All this has to end just because you couldn’t handle a rejection that to from someone who isn’t your mate. Or else you could have had a chance in becoming a stand-up comedian someday. But I guess that’s never going to happen.” As my words register in his brain, he looked stressed, I don’t let him say anything as I move my attention towards Aiden and suggest him to move closer, which he does instantly.
“Get him out of this chair and put him over there” I inform pointing towards the bed as I continue, “Tie his hands and legs to the bed.” Aiden nods and Blake joins him in untying the culprit; just as they are about to move him to the bed, I say, “Oh, don’t forget to get rid of his clothes; the only piece of clothing on his body should be his underwear. Nothing more, nothing less.” As soon as my words hit them, they stop mid-step and tilt their head towards me to look at me and just to confirm their questioning look, I nod. My actions hit them like a brick to their face as they turn to look at Mason to confirm my request, their stupid behavior pisses me off a little but even I turn to look at Mason to see what he thinks about my request and without a doubt or a hint of uneasiness, he nods to approve my request as he addresses the boys with, “Do as she says boys, she knows what she is doing.” His words are like the motivation and support that I needed and the next moment I surprise myself as I think to myself, GOD I LOVE THIS MAN.
What the fuck?
Did I just say I love him?
But I don’t even know him for that long.
Oh Dear Goddess, I’m going crazy, that is the only valid reason for my outburst.
I’m brought out of my outburst when I hear Jackson shout and curse at the boys. I move my attention towards him and see that he is flailing his arms and banging his legs on the floor, cursing and shouting at the boys to let him go which to his dismay go impervious.
Soon the boys get him on the bed and acknowledge me with a nod, making a move towards the bed, I ask, “The chains are silver, right?” Aiden nods saying, “Yes Luna.” I smile turning around and walking away from everyone who is standing by the bed, everyone including Mason.
Wait! When did he get there?
Ignoring my personal turmoil about my new found love and concern towards my mate, I make my way to the table that is situated at the far end of the room which has the things or should I say Goodies as Blake said settled on it.
I take a huge Glass beaker and pour some concentrated Hydrochloric acid in it; not much just a little around 100 ml. With that I look for the syringes, which unfortunately aren’t visible anywhere, I spread the remaining items out of the bag and spot a few glass droppers with a bulb.
PERFECT!
The smile that forms on my face goes unnoticed by the guys as I hear a few gasps which confirm that they might have an idea about what my plans are with Mills. Taking a dropper, I put it into the beaker and settle it in a steel tray, followed by a few lemon wedges and some salt in a bowl. As soon as I’m happy with my elements, I turn and start making my way towards the bed; reaching over, I settle the tray on the side table that is attached to the headboard of the bed.
I look around and see that all four guys have their eyes on me, one with fear, two with shock and the last one with something weird flashing in them, like a mixture of surprise and admiration. I clear my throat to grab their attention as I say, “I need you guys to help me, so that we could be done with this as soon as possible and be done with it.” Instantly two ‘Yes Luna’ are heard and in the very next moment I give them their supplies; Aiden with lemon wedges and Blake with the bowl of salt.
They both catch hold of their items and them look at me with a questioning look, I shrug their curiosity off as I say, “Patience boys.” Moving my attention towards the beaker filled with acid and holding a dropper, I grab the beaker in my hand and pick the dropper up slowly moving it towards Jackson’s naked body. The moment my hand starts moving, Jackson meets my cold eyes with his pathetic ones, the ones that are asking, no; begging for mercy but they go unresponsive by me as they don’t affect me.
The next thing we know the drop touches his skin and a loud roar echoes throughout the room. I look at Aiden and nudge him as I direct him towards the open wound, “Squeeze a drop. NOW” It takes him a second to realize what I said or meant and when it does, he quickly follows my orders. The burning increases when citric acid touches the open wound and the intensity of the roars is higher than earlier. I turn to look at Blake and acknowledge him by saying, “Now add the salt.”
“What?” is his first reaction and the second it falls on my ears, it grabs my attention towards him with a hard murderous stare; my anger could be felt in my glare, because the very next moment he retorts back with, “I mean, to the same wound Luna?” I give him a stiff nod and say, “If you can’t handle it, I suggest you leave right now; because the moment that particle of salt touches his wound, things might turn UGLY and you my dear little boy won’t be able to handle it.” His reply is a small timid, “Yes Luna.” Instantly my demeanor changes and softens as I say, “No Blake, don’t get me wrong but I’m saying this for your own good. The moment that salt touches the open wound, it will start burning and since he is a werewolf, his flesh will smell like rotten meat followed by white fizz oozing out of it. SO if you have got a weaker stomach than I suggest you l to go and relax. I seriously don’t want a puke show here” couldn’t help the giggle that leaves my mouth when I end it like that.
Blake smiles and picks a pinch of salt, slowly sprinkling it on the wound and as expected, the wound starts getting bigger with fizz coming out of it and soon enough follows the smell. I look at the guys who finally start looking like their normal self and not like some terrified kid anymore, whereas on the other hand, Mason stands there unaffected, just admiring the situation at hand from afar.
This goes on for the next few hours, me pouring the acid, Aiden squeezing the lemon and Blake adding the salt, until there’s hardly any space left for me to pour anymore acid, his cries have lulled down a notch and it looks like he is catching a breath. I look at the guys and notice that they already have their eyes hooked on me; I give them a small smile as I say, “Let’s turn him, shall we?”
My words shock Jackson as he starts begging me to forgive him and that’s when Aiden asks, “We are going to do the same to his back as well? I thought we were done here?”
I smile at his thoughts as I say, “Of course we are going to do the same to his back. I won’t be done with him unless and until he is alive; so if you guys want to go to your rooms and rest than I suggest you to pray to the Moon Goddess and hope that he dies soon, because the sooner he dies, the sooner you leave.”
I wait aside till the buys are done turning him, once done; I move back closer, ready with the dropper and just before pouring it, I look at Aiden and say, “
As for the ‘We were done here’ part; let me just tell you I just got started”.