Page 185 of Destroyer
Had Sydney been at a kink party, she would have assumed the woman had been an eager participant. But the fear in the victim’s eyes told the true tale. This woman had been taken… and now she was being tortured.
There was dried blood on her cheek, her left hand was stained red. Sydney swallowed down the billowing fear. Her SIG was on the floor, not more than ten feet from her. But with her hands secured behind her, the weapon could have been sitting in her lap like a damn paperweight.
“Hello, Sydney,” whispered King A. “This is a fun surprise.”
A shiver streaked through her as she whipped toward him. Every cell in her body was charged with adrenaline. She wanted to push out of the chair and attack him with everything she had.
But she couldn’t. She was trapped.
“Welcome to my Chamber of Horrors,” he said, his voice so quiet she had to strain to hear him. “I can’t wait to show you around, then let you experience everything I’ve built here in my little playroom.”
He lifted a whip, stalked over to his prisoner, and cracked the coiled leather against the cement floor. The woman winced, then moaned, as if he’d stuck her. “You, my pretty, get to rest, thanks to this lovely snoop who couldn’t mind her own damn business.”
There was a bite in his tone, an anger that burbled from the depths of his depravity.
As she stared at him, the reality of who he was came into full awareness, even with his face concealed by the mask. Her stomach lurched, but she forced down the bitter bile.
What she didn’t know was how she was going to save herself, save this poor victim, and make sure her sister, Tank, and Grey didn’t fall prey to the monster lurking in the underground dungeon.
“I’m going to torture you, then kill you,” King A said. “And I’m going to have the most fun doing it,cousin.”
“I will eliminateyou, but not before you confess to your crimes, King A,” she said, her voice filled with controlled rage.
As if she’d said the word, “abracadabra,” his posturechanged. He stood tall, threw back his shoulders, tipped his chin up so he could look down upon her.
There it is.
By calling himKing, she’d elevated his status. She’d shown him respect by kowtowing to him. Biting back a smile, confidence stirred in her vengeful soul. She was tied up, she didn’t have her weapon, but she would figure out a way to gain the upper hand.
If she didn’t, she’d die.
Today isn’t my day to die. The good Lord isn’t done with me yet.
Those thoughts filled her with unwavering confidence. Despite the odds, she was ready to do battle with the devil himself.
And then, she remembered Grey’s motto.
How do you fight fire?
With fire.
“Tell me about The Sovereign Method, King A,” she said. “I want to hear all about your success.”
“I’m not sure a little slutress like yourself would understand,” Robby replied, continuing to speak in a hushed tone.
“Maybe not,” she replied, “but your power is unmatched.”
“You came here to kill me,” he said. “Why should I tell you anything?”
“I came here to ambush the Haqazzii terror cell.”
His eyes widened as surprise flashed in his devilish orbs. “What thefuckare you talking about?”
“The men you’re doing business with are wanted for international terrorism. You’re in bed with Muhammad Haqazzii. Doesn’t that name mean anything to you?”
“I’m doing business with Bjorn Shariff, an entrepreneur from Dubai,” her cousin bit out.
She bit back a smile. “Bjorn? Seriously?”
