Syn moved me to a chair with my sore arms still behind my back and I shivered in anger as I tried to hold back my tears. I refused to let him see me cry after what just happened.

He snapped his fingers and made another chair appear in the room. Moving it directly in front of me, he took a seat and crossed his arms. We remained in a loud silence for a few minutes until he cleared his throat.

"What's your obsession with my girl?" He asked seriously.

I avoided eye contact with him as I took a deep breath. "I love her."

"Do you?" He asked.

"That's what I fucking said," I sneered.

He eyed me for a long moment before backhanding me across the face. The sharp pain on my face made me scream and I coughed as I tasted my metallic blood against my tongue. "Tsk tsk tsk. I'm being nice Sebastian, maybe you should try it as well."

I hung my head down low and let my hair provide some needed shelter from my view of the monster. Scared wasn't even in my vocabulary any longer. Try hopeless, petrified...aghast.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked in a low and rugged voice.

"Because I want to," he said simply.

"Queen will never forgive you," I said.

He sat back in his seat and scoffed. "You think you're going to tell her about this and she'll run into your arms? I'll kill you before that happens."

"She doesn't want you," I spat in defiance.

He chuckled deeply and ignored my words. "I'm going to enjoy breaking you, Sebastian."

"You can torture me all you want, but you can't break me," I voiced in determination.

"Oh?" He said as he raised a brow at me. "Why is that?"

"Because I have something you'll never have...love," I whispered with a smile.

Syn shook his head slowly and sighed as he leaned forward in his seat. "And what? You believe in that love is the strongest thing bullshit?"

"It is."

"Hmm. What if I told you love is always the easiest to break? Most other things involve physical torture, but love? I don't even have to touch you to destroy you."

I frowned in confusion and he gave me a smug smile. "Here in Hell, yes if you didn't know where we were, now you know, I'm the best tormenter of souls. I'm sure you've heard stories about it. But I didn't get the title from beating people shitless. I specialize in psychological torture, Sebastian."

"I still can't be broken, I love Queen and I'm going to protect her from you no matter what."

"As I said before and I'll say it again...when we're done, you'll wish you never met her."

"Not possible," I replied.

"I'll take that as a challenge."

I sighed and kept my head trained on the floor in front of me. "Do you believe she truly loves you?" I asked.

"Do you believe she truly loves you?" He retorted.

"I know she does."

"Earlier at the bar, Sebastian," he said as he stood up and walked to the knives. He quickly grabbed one and turned to me. "You mentioned something about fucking my girl "exceptionally" so bravely, in fact. Tell me about it."

My head snapped up to him and I furrowed my brows. "What?!"

"You heard me, Sebastian. I'd like to know everything," he replied dryly as he took a seat once again. My eyes followed the knife in his hand as he lazily tossed it around.

"Uh-...we've had sex multiple times."

"Is that it Sebastian?" He asked in a bored tone. "That doesn't sound so exceptional. Maybe I should tell you about her and me."

"I don't want to know about it, I know what your sick ass does to her," I sneered. As if being evil wasn't bad enough, he had to sexually abuse women. The sight of him alone disgusted me.

"Well then go on. Either you tell me about the two of you," he said as he waved the knife in my direction. "Or I tell you about us."

There was no way I was going to listen to him tell me about their sex life so with a sigh I lifted my head. "The sex was amazing."

"First time?" He asked.

"School library during our prom," I answered.

"Sounds fun, chat about it," he said nonchalantly.

"There's nothing much to say," I said with a shrug. "We just did it."

"You just...okay. I feel as though there was some false advertising here, Sebastian. You said exceptional yet I'm hearing nothing of the sorts," he said dryly.

"Fine," I said through gritted teeth.

"Wow me."

I tried to think about my past sexual moments with Queen but nothing seemed good enough to tell him. I wanted him hurt, and since I couldn't do it physically, I had to do it where it hurt. He seemed to have feelings for her so I would use that to my advantage. He wasn't the only one who could fuck with people's minds.

I thought about the things Xyla told me and I decided to use his methods on him. "She likes pain and to be hurt," I lied.

"Oh?" He asked with a grin. "Is that so?"

"Yup, whenever we had sex she wanted me to call her every name in the book. Choke her, slap her, whatever the fuck I wanted."

"Really?" He asked. "You're telling me Queen has a degradation kink?"

I nodded and his smile fell from his face as he gripped my face roughly. "See the thing is...my Princess cries when I call her a hoe. So you expect me to believe that?"

"It's the truth," I said with a shrug.

"Okay," he said as he let go of me. "Let's call her and see. If you're wrong, you'll be killed."

I sucked in a breath but it was too late to back down now. That would be too embarrassing and I didn't need to be more humiliated than I was already.

Syn pulled out his phone and glanced at me. "If you make a sound, I'll end your life."

I swallowed a lump in my throat and nodded. I sensed no lies in his tone. He put his phone on speaker and as it rang my heart shy rocketed out of my chest.

"We can also test your theory of whether or not she loves me," he said quietly.

The ringing stopped and we listened to a quick shuffling before Queen's voice filled the small room. "Hello?"

"Hey, Princess. What are you doing?"

"Hmm, just laying down," she said as she yawned.

Syn looked me dead in the eyes and continued. "What are you wearing?"

I listened as a muffled giggle came out through the phone and Queen sighed as if she were smiling. "Well do you want me to be honest or lie and be sexy?"

"Doesn't matter as long as you're naked within the next minute," he said.

Queen laughed. "Syn seriously? We did it like an hour ago and I was sleeping."

"Now, Princess."

"Oop, you don't have to tell me twice," she teased.

I closed my eyes to calm myself down. My heart pained as I heard her clearly enjoying this. Enjoying it with HIM. I thought she loved me.

After a few moments, Queen returned to the phone with a small laugh. "I'm naked."

"I want you to touch yourself."

I closed my eyes and tried to mute out the sounds of Queen's breathy moans that traveled through the call. My heart felt like it was being splintered in half and there was nothing I could do but listen as he made her do things I never could.

"Please stop," I whispered to Syn.

"Are you wet, Princess?"

Queen hummed her response as her moans ensued and my cheeks began to flame. I momentarily forgot about the reason for the call and as I remembered, my pain was replaced with fear.

I hoped she was too lost in whatever she was doing to notice any fucked up things he would say.

"Syn..." she moaned.

My eyes closed once again and my heart sunk a bit more. She was moaning HIS name as I was here because of HER. I wanted to save her but it seemed like she didn't want it at all. Anger began to pool up in the pit of my stomach and I gritted my teeth.

"Don't come yet, Princess."

"Please, Syn..." she groaned.

Every sound she made began to anger me, but it did something else too. My involuntary arousal made my eyes widen and I crossed my legs in an attempt to hide it.

"Who do you love?" He asked her.

"You," she responded. As if I couldn't be broken anymore...

"Come for me, Princess. Come like the little slut that you are..."

My eyes widened in shock at his words and he bit his lip as we waited for any sort of noise on Queen's side.

"Bitch! Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?! Fuck you, Syn," she said in an angry tone that seemed to be covered in sadness. The phone immediately hung up and he sighed as he looked at me.

"I don't see why you had to lie, but I suppose you wanted to be hurt. Maybe you're the one with the kink Sebastian," he said as he held the tip of the knife at my neck.

His phone rang again, causing him to lower the knife and he answered it. "Hello, Princess."

"It's still fuck you but...say it again," she said seductively. Syn raised his brows at the phone and I frowned as his scary persona seemed to disappear. As I watched him, he didn't seem like he would hurt her. It was the opposite. He looked as though he adored her, and I hated it.

Could Lilith and everyone have been wrong? Their stories seemed too realistic to be a mistake though, unless...

Unless I was being lied to.

"I'll see you when I get home, Princess."

"No, I'm still mad at you. If you hang up I'm going to be more upset," she said.

"You want to stay on the phone for a bit?" He asked sweetly.

"Please?"

"Of course, give me a second." He muted the call and looked at me. "It seems I have more pressing priorities at the moment, I'll be back soon."

He snapped his fingers and disappeared from the room, leaving me alone with my rampant thoughts. As I thought about Lilith's story, the less it made sense. Xyla isn't even close to Queen, yet she knows all these details?

It no longer connected. I was so blinded by my need to help Queen that I wasn't thinking logically. Over the years I knew Lilith could be a huge liar when she pleased, but would she do it to me? I thought about how quickly she made me change missions and how the angels just seemed to be waiting for her in the dining room.

I scoffed as I realized what was going on. I was being played. I was being played like a fiddle and I couldn't see it. Now that I did, it changed everything.

I didn't know what Syn's plans for me were but perhaps I could strike a deal with him. My freedom in exchange for information? It seemed like a good enough idea.

My parents and my business came to mind as I pondered exposing Lilith. My father would most likely never help me with my business, but what did that matter if I was dead? With that in mind, I nodded.

I'm getting out of here alive.

I didn't know how much time had passed since Syn left but I lazily hung my head down and looked around at my circumstances. I still hated the man and he deserved to die but I wanted to live more than I wanted him dead.

I jumped as he popped back into the room and he immediately went to the knives. "Let's get on with this, shall we? You seemed to like the call more than I hoped and for that, I'm going to hurt you."

He was referring to me getting turned on and I groaned. "It's not my fault."

I watched as he slipped brass knuckle rings onto his fingers and came in my direction. "Stand up."

"Wait! I-"

"If I'm correct, I'm sure I gave you an order Sebastian."

I held in my anger and lifted myself onto shaky legs. I looked him directly in the face and shook my head as I tried to look for what Queen saw in his dispassionate features.

"In addition to the vandalism of my home and scaring my girl...I'm going to hit you for every transgression you've committed tonight, Sebastian. So tell me how many and if you're wrong, I'll add five."

I thought back to the events of tonight and came up with nothing except what happened at the bar. "One."

"Wrong. Now you get nine," he said as he adjusted the rings.

I did the math in my head and furrowed my brows as it meant that I had done four punishable things. "I didn't do four things," I objected.

His head titled slightly at my words and he raised his brow absentmindedly, looking between me and his knuckles. "Oh, really?"

"Yeah," I said.

He nodded his head and before I knew it, the hard metal on his knuckles connected to my face and I fell to the concrete floor. I screamed out in pain as my ear began ringing. I wanted to desperately touch my face to bring myself any sort of relief but my hands were still tied behind my back.

"One," he roared. "That exceptionally bullshit at the bar. Stand up!" I tried my best to lift myself off of the ground but it was difficult seeing as I had no use of my hands. He crouched down onto the floor beside me and chuckled once again. "You're fucking pathetic." He gripped my collar with his hand and pulled me back up to my feet. I felt my back connect with the hard wall as he shoved me roughly.

I could feel the wound on my face healing but the pain remained. Before I had time to process what was happening next, he punched me square in the face. "Two. For pissing on the floor like a fucking dog."

He had no mercy with his punches. Each was as powerful and damaging as the previous one. I weakly leaned against the wall and prepared myself for the rest.

He eyed me momentarily before walking around slowly observing me. "I thought you said I couldn't break you."

I truly didn't think he could but there was no longer any fight left in me. I was doing it for Queen and now that I realize she didn't need me, my urge to fight him disappeared.

"You did," I admitted in defeat.

"Good, then you wouldn't mind dying."

Punch. "Three. For getting an attitude with me."

"Four. For having the gall to get aroused while I was talking to my girl."

The next few of his punches left me lying on the floor in a pool of blood as I tried to catch my breath. The pain was unbearable but I took comfort in the fact that I'd be healing soon.

Syn moved away from me to go to his wall of weapons and when he turned to me he had a large blade in his hand and an eerie expression on his face. "I haven't gotten the chance to use this one yet. First time for everything."

He was about to kill me, there would be no better time to tell him than now. It'd be pitiful if I died because I was too weak to speak.

"I-... I have som-"

"You have what?" He asked as he plunged the weapon into my abdomen. I groaned loudly in agony as my eyes watered and he smirked at me.

"Gun...of Cain," I muttered in a broken voice.

At my words, he stilled and removed the item from my abdomen. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

I waited for a few moments for the wound to heal and looked up at him painfully. "I know where the gun is and I know who's trying to kill you," I said honestly.

He sat back down on the chair intrigued by my words and I let out a sigh of relief. "Tell me then."

"I need assurance of my freedom," I said. "I need to know that after I tell you everything, you'll let me go."

"You're in no state to negotiate," he said humorously as he looked at me lying on the ground.

"Please, I'll leave Jeradua. I won't go near Queen again," I begged.

He looked at me for a long moment and nodded. "Tell me what you know."

I nodded quickly and admitted everything to him. How I've been working with Lilith, how and where Queen's parents were planning to kill him, how they told me he was abusing her. I left out no details and my desperation to stay alive seeped through my words.

When I was done I took a deep breath and looked at him. His usually calm facade was gone and his eyes were now red in anger.

"I told you everything, now let me go."

"I will soon, but not right now," he growled. "I'm angry and it seems I need to hurt you for a lot more than I thought."

"But you said you'd let me live and go free," I argued.

"I did and you will. But first, you need to atone for your sins."