“Mine’s still in there somewhere, screaming to get out. Aren’t you, you fucking cunt.”
Lillianna didn’t say anything. She just stood there smiling like a robot. It was eerie, to say the least. “What did you do to her?”
My blood ran cold when Preston gazed over at a small table, and sitting on the top was a long, skinny, silver spike. The same tool that was used to—
“You lobotomized your mother!”
“It’s surprisingly easy to do. Slip it in behind the eye, a quick pop later, and you have someone entirely complacent.”
The disturbing aura in the room became suffocating when his head tipped toward me.
“One way or another, you’ll give me exactly what I want, Little bird. How that happens is completely up to you.”
Aheavy sigh came from the driver’s side as Preston glared out the windshield. Personally, I was happy to be outside. I almost forgot how warm and rejuvenating the sun felt. There was no doubt in my mind that I was smiling like an idiot, and I didn’t care one bit. The only thing that ruined my mood was the object in my ass.
When Preston forced me to bend over before we left, having some cone-shaped metal plug shoved in my ass was not what I expected. He claimed he was doing me a favor, yet he was the only one impressed with his sick, demented task.
The bastard had the gall to say how pretty the pink diamond looked with my complexion. Trina had countless necklaces, bracelets, and other trinkets given to her, and my first piece of jewelry from a boy was lodged in my rectum. How was that for irony?
I glared at Preston, who was staring out the windshield at his father’s house, and muttered, “I hate you.”
“Good for you,” he grumbled back without glancing my way.
Asshole. “I should shove something in his ass.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”
Crap, did I say that out loud? And what did he mean by it wouldn’t be the first time? “Do you…like…guys, too?”
Parker did, and I’d heard stories about Dean, so that wouldn’t be entirely unexpected.
“No, I fucked a few, though.”
“But…” My face screwed up as I shifted to a more comfortable position. “If you don’t like guys like that, why would you….”
“You know a better way to emasculate someone?”
My jaw dropped. He did that to someone for no other reason than a power trip? “How does that even work? If you’re not attracted to someone, then—”
“It’s a dick, Marnie.” He cut me off. “Not rocket science. Touch the fucking thing, and it’ll get hard.”
“Well, how the hell am I supposed to know how a dick works,” I growled back. “I don’t have one.”
“Not true, you have mine.”
That was the most ridiculous thing I’d ever heard. “I hate to inform you of this, but your dick is attached to you. Hence, it can’t be mine.”
“Don’t play dumb. It doesn’t suit you. You know what I mean.”
One might assume he meant metaphorically, but I was feeling argumentative. Perhaps because of the thing shoved in my ass.
“All I’m saying is a part of someone else’s body is not only impossible to own but highly illegal. Aaaaand,” I drawled out in the snarkiest tone I could muster. “I don’t want your penis.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you want!”
Someone was angry, and he could join the club.
The scowl on his face was satisfying until he grabbed my neck and yanked me over the console.
