Syn

I stared at the knife buried deep into the fucker's thigh, letting his screams play on like music in my head. The black handle of the blade was painted with intricate golden swirls twinkling as he thrashed against the chains. As if it was magically punishing him even further the more he fought. There was something so fucking beautiful in that. Having him suffer in the absence of my hand. I was sure if I just let him continue as he was the chains suffocating him would eventually snap his neck, but that was too easy. After everything he had done, easy was the last thing he deserved.

I sighed, leaning forward in the chair, rolling my eyes as he continued to cry. Man the fuck up. I hadn't even moved the damn knife from his leg. The sharp pain should've subsided to a throbbing ache that'd be hardly noticeable if he wasn't being a little bitch and flopping like a fish.

With one hand, I broke the heavy chain surrounding his neck and let it fall to the floor. He released a dramatic breath, heaving as he leaned into the chair, catching his breath. My fingers wrapped around the knife in his leg and I twisted it- it couldn't have been more than a centimeter but the scream that left him was fucking exquisite.

I smiled a bit, a part of me was relieved that I finally got to do this after all this time. Since the moment I met him and found out who he was to Queen, this was the position I wanted us in. I would've gladly done it then if I knew I wouldn't lose Queen.

But now I had an excuse. If we were being honest I had over two hundred excuses— one for every single life he took.

"Who are you?" I asked him again.

"Aiden!" He screeched.

"Okay, Aiden," I conceded with disbelief coating my tongue. "Do yourself a favor and don't take my leniency as a weakness right now. See..." I pulled out the knife and was rewarded with another scream as I sat back into the chair, "I'm a lot nicer than I used to be, believe it or not. I hurt a lot less people now- uh, Paris- what am I down to this year?"

"Maybe five less than last year," he replied. "Last year was one-thirteen and now it's one-o-eight."

"See?" I held the knife up. "I'm a changed man."

"Well," Paris spoke up. "We're less than halfway through the year—"

"That's beside the point." I continued with a small smile, twisting the small blade against my index finger as I looked at a suddenly alert Aiden. "Those people were minor inconveniences. People that caught me on a bad day...maybe stole something here or there— but you. You may be the worst I've ever seen and that's saying a lot."

He shook his head. "I don't—"

"Where in your fucking head..." I tapped the knife against the side of my temple, "do you see me just stopping with you after everything you've done, hm?" I questioned. "You played a part in the mass murder of my people. It's only fair that I come after yours...don't you think?"

"I swear I don't—"

"Your mother," I said. "She seems lovely. But lovely has never stopped me from...you know—"

"Don't touch—"

"Your father, too. But he's an ass, you don't care for him much from what I've gathered." I shrugged. "If you'd like I could I could take it slow with him. I won't kill him necessarily but he'll never be the same again."

"Stay away from my family, you fucking sociopath!" He snarled.

"Ah," I raised a brow. "There he is, welcome to the party."

"If you lay a hand on them—"

"I won't lay a hand, I'll be laying multiple hands, trust me."

"She'll never forgive you," he whispered before swallowing, his eyes briefly flickering far behind me to Queen. "You're sick, but I know she has some humanity in her. I know her—"

"No, you don't know her," I said through gritted teeth, my body shaking with rage as I held back from snuffing the life out of his pitiful body. "You know only what she's let you know which quite frankly is hardly anything. But fine, I'll bite." I clicked my tongue. "If she steps up by the time I countdown to zero, I will remove your chains and give you this knife."

"Do it—"

"However," I had a catch, I always did. "If she doesn't, you lose something for every sin you've committed against me."

"Count," he spat out, sniffling sharply before sitting up assuredly.

"Oh, you're an idiot," I heard Paris whisper under his breath. I titled my head slightly in agreement but remained silent. He was still holding out some tiny hope that Queen was still a victim of his lies and I wanted to destroy it. Honestly, I'd be lying if I said there wasn't a tiny tiny part of me that wasn't curious about where her mind was right now. Did she think I was going too far? Did she feel bad for him?

The passing seconds felt like infinity for him. I was sure because they were the same for me.

When I finally got to ten, ease flowed through my body and I stood up. He looked crushed but all I could think to myself was; better you than me. Because had she stood against me for him...would my soul have been crushed? Sure. But he'd be dead long before I gave her a chance to explain herself. There was no fairness in me when it came to her.

"Well." I let the knife in my hand clatter to the floor and walked to the board of weapons. "Now that you've gotten your answer from her—"

"Queen, please!" I heard him scream behind me.

I rolled my eyes as my irritation grew. "Queen, please," I mocked lowly. "Put the man out of his misery."

"I know you love me, don't let him do this to us—"

"Do I have to fuck the girl in front of you for you to get it through your thick ass head that she doesn't want you?!" I snapped. "Is that what you need? Because I'm more than willing to oblige."

He looked at me in shock and I didn't miss the small sharp breath Queen sucked in. He may have thought I was bluffing but she knew better than anyone that when I made a threat, I delivered.

I looked over at Queen, a mix of shock and a hint of curiosity swirling around in her eyes. I could practically hear the questions running about in her mind; would he go that far? Is he serious?

Yes and yes. My father didn't have me torture countless souls in Hell because I was afraid to cross certain lines— I was the one for the job because I could pinpoint vulnerabilities and exploit them. I didn't care enough to confine myself to some "reasonable" bubble. I did these things with intention and my only intention right now was to break him.

"Paris." I tucked my hands into my pockets. "Excuse us."

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Queen

Shock didn't even begin to explain what I felt as I heard Syn's words. I looked up at Paris, searching for any clue as to whether I was imagining things and he held back a smile before sending me a wink and walking up the stairs. When he reached the top, he closed the door, and along with him went my fake calmness.

I was livid.

I could deal with him doing whatever he needed to do to Aiden, but involving me— suggesting that I would ever let myself be naked in front of the man again...it pissed me off. He could see that it pissed me off as our eyes met but all he did was raise a patronizing brow as if I were having some unnecessary reaction.

I stood up and held my tongue, refusing to tell Syn off in front of Aiden. The last thing I wanted was for the dude to think I wasn't on Syn's side. I was with him through and through until this. I wasn't some piece of meat he could stick his dick in to prove a point to someone he didn't like. We had both established less than a few hours ago that I was his queen and now I was going to be his wife- his equal. Yet his stupid-ass thought that this was the next step?

I crossed my arms, walking over to him as I avoided Aiden's eye. I stopped walking when I was between them and glared up at Syn, my back to Aiden. He smiled, an amused expression painting his face as he looked at me and I gritted my teeth.

"I'm not doing this," I said low enough that only he could hear me.

"Then don't." He pushed a few strands of hair behind my ear.

I recoiled from his touch and he dropped his hand. "Why even suggest it, Syn? You just asked me to marry you."

"I did." He gave me a single nod. "And you will."

"Then why?" I whispered.

"This is what I do, Queen." He sighed. "You have your methods, and I have mine—"

"Oh, so you fuck girls when you're torturing people?" I scoffed lowly.

"No." His smile grew at my evident jealousy. "I dig the knife where it hurts the most. And I have a strong feeling that despite whatever may be happening, you're that soft spot for him," he said. "Trust me when I say that this has little to do with you...if I believed that his mother may have provoked more of a reaction—"

"You would have fucked her?!"

"No, are you fucking—" He clenched his jaw. "Now isn't the time to piss me off, Queen."

"Well, you're pissing me the fuck off," I snapped back, glancing over my shoulder to see Aiden staring blankly at the floor. "What you're telling me to do is demeaning and objectifying and honestly, I would've never expected this from—"

"Demeaning? Objectifying?" He asked, his brows scrunched. "Sure, you are a woman...but you're my woman, Queen. I would never put you in a position to be either of those things let alone do it to you myself."

"Look what you're doing right now."

He took a step toward me. "If you leave right now, my words were nothing more than a bluff, and that's fine. What's not fine is you thinking I'm trying to make you feel used when that's far from my intention." I swallowed, glancing away from his heated gaze. He moved into my eyesight, his fingers guiding my chin and I sighed. "You have a man's heart in your hands and possess all the ability to obliterate it in one second. That's power. What's objectifying and demeaning about that?"

I looked at him, the devil in him beginning to make an appearance as my mind slowly became more convinced. It was only then that I realized how good Syn was at what he did. He could use me to destroy Aiden- fuck me senseless in front of him and make it seem like I was some powerful sex goddess— which I was in a sense, but that couldn't be what was happening here.

Part of it could be because he was mentally torturing Aiden, but I knew a darker part of him wanted to get the satisfaction of having me in front of the guy he felt like he almost lost me to.

I let out a small laugh. "You're good."

He scoffed. "Oh, please. Don't pretend the thought of it doesn't intrigue you a little bit, Princess."

"Yeah, let's not do that." I rolled my eyes. "I'm down, but I promise you I will not enjoy this. If you're fine with that then by all means..."

"Oh, come on, Princes. You know better than to make promises you can't keep."

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