Chapter 8: Zain

Fucking Vincent.

I should have known this girl he had me chasing after was some fiery redhead who doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut. I don't know why she bothers me so much, but it's fucking infuriating. As soon as I saw her, I knew she was someone special, and then she said her name and it instantly clicked – this is the girl Vincent's been talking about.

The girl he's been ranting and raving over. The girl who he said would complete our little trio perfectly, would be the fire underneath my skin and somehow, the balm to Callyx's burn. She would complete us. All I know now is she's a complete pain in our ass.

But have you seen her ass? It's nice as hell. All round and juicy and…

Enough, Callyx. You fucking animal.

And he is, just like an animal. As soon as he saw that red-headed spitfire, he claimed her. Exactly like an animal would. He was excited about the idea of a woman joining Vincent and us anyway, but when he saw her, he had no questions and instantly accepted our fate .

Vincent said he needed us to help her, and we will if only out of love and respect for him, but I won't like it. Callyx on the other hand…he'll have a little too much fun. What I don't understand is if she needs help, why in the hell did Vincent choose her? Why not choose someone less…difficult?

I can tell you why he chose her.

And why is that?

Her ass, Zain. It's fucking perfect. Can you imagine spreading her open and shoving our –

"Okay, enough about her ass! I get it!" I shake my head, trying to dissipate the mental image of us fucking Amri but I end up just thinking about it more. She would look perfect bent over in front of us, ass in the air, and mouth wrapped around Vincent's cock.

See? This is going to be great.

But I'm not so sure it will be. Vincent said she's weak in the mind, and someone weak in the mind can't handle someone like Callyx. Or even me.

"Enough about whose ass?" Damion asks from beside me.

After Callyx threatened to come out and show Amri who's boss, Damion decided it was a nice time to take me for a tour of the outside grounds. We've been out here for about an hour now, and we haven't said a word to each other until Callyx made me break the silence.

"Don't worry about it." I say, grinding my teeth together in aggravation.

I'm not stupid. I know the nurse and Amri have something going on. I also know we're going to have to handle this before Vincent is ready for us. Vincent is only preparing for me, and Amri - not me, Amri, and Nurse Googly- Eyes. Two death rituals in one place are sketchy enough, three would be beyond pushing it.

"You're talking about Amri, aren't you?"

And what's it to him?

"What's it to you?" I mimic Callyx's question.

"I don't like you showing up and getting her all upset, that's all."

I stop and turn to look at him, "Awe, poor baby can't handle when someone messes with his girl. Well, too bad. Don't meddle in affairs you don't understand and don't try to understand women too complicated for your little pea sized brain."

This isn't good. I'm already feeling protective over her. Callyx is the one with the animalistic instincts, not me.

Speaking of Callyx, I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck begin to stand up as Damion tenses and turns toward us. His eyes narrow and he takes a step closer.

If he touches us, I kill him.

Damion raises his hand, finger out, and I open my mouth to warn him off but before I can he shoves his finger into my chest, making me take a step backwards.

"Oh, you just fucked up." I laugh out.

"I did, did I? Because I think you just fucked up. You don't know a damn thing about Amri and…"

I feel the change ripple throughout my body. My eyes slam shut and when they open, I'm no longer in charge of my body.

Callyx

I clench my fists, the handcuffs making an uncomfortable clanging noise in my ears. It always feels amazing when I take over the body, like I'm getting a mini-high from the control.

The nurse's mouth is still moving, but I don't hear a word coming out of it. He looks mad, though. Good. Maybe he'll make this interesting. Clenching my fists up again, I roll my head around until I hear it crack. And when I do, I strike. Jumping forward, I shoot out my arms and land both fists in the middle of his chest.

He flies backward, landing in some bushing and cussing up a storm. Meanwhile, I'm doubled over laughing.

Damn, that felt good.

"You son of a bitch!"

My head snaps to the side, and my hand shoots up to rub my jaw in surprise. The fucker actually hit me. I laugh again. Perfect. He just made this fun.

I jump onto him, slamming him to the ground and punching him as quick and as hard as I can while my hands are still cuffed together. The handcuffs do make things difficult, but that adds to the challenge. I slide my tongue out of my mouth to taste his blood that has sprayed onto my lips, and when I taste the metallic tang, it makes me smile even harder.

Blood makes me happy. Causing pain makes me happy. What most people don't realize is that pain only heightens pleasure. When the two are combined, wonderous things happen.

I feel myself growing hard in my jeans when I think of Amri bleeding beneath me. My knife perched on her delicate porcelain skin, ready to slice it open and make her beg for me to lick up and soothe her pain. She would beg so sweetly for me. She would bleed so sweetly for me.

I manage to get my arms wrapped around his neck and I turn so I can use my body weight to pull down on the handcuffs, cutting off his breathing.

I feel his body struggling behind me, wiggling around and trying to get free, but there's no possible way for him to free himself unless he lets me out of my handcuffs. And he wouldn't dare do that. Then I would have full range of motion to use against him.

I'm so focused on listening to the slowing of his breathing that I don't even notice the figure standing in front of me until they're directly in front of my face.

"Now, now, Callyx. Put the poor man down before you kill him."

My head snaps up to find Vincent standing in front of us, his matching earring glinting in the sunlight and his portal still open behind him showing the beautiful hellscape of his homeland.

"But he started it! And he is going to get in the way of us and Amri."

Vincent's eyes narrow. "How so?"

"They have a thing going on. I don't know how serious it is, but he said he would see her later and he got mad when we were talking about her ass."

Damion has started to wheeze behind me, his breaths getting even more shallow, and I know if I had a little while longer, I'd have taken another life.

Vincent walks behind me and sighs. "Let him go."

I slacken my arms in surprise and hear Damion take a large breath of air.

"What?" I ask.

"Let him go. If you kill him, you'll be discharged from here and will no longer have access to Amri. Also, she won't like the idea of being with us if we get rid of her current lover by means of murder."

I turn to face Vincent, swinging Damion's body behind me as he still reaches for the handcuffs and tries to get free.

"I'll figure out another way. I'm not letting her be with another man until she realizes we're what's best for her."

"It's the smartest way." Vincent sighs.

"I refuse. He attacked me; he needs to die."

"I refuse to take his soul."

"Vincent."

"Callyx."

"Remember, I tried to help."

With that, he steps back into his portal at the same moment I feel my handcuffs snap.

I hear Damion suck in a lungful of air behind me, and I laugh out loud when I realize what has happened. That dick broke the handcuffs. Either Vincent or the nurse, I don't know, but one of them did.

I swear I feel my jaw snap when Damion throws the next punch at me, catching me off guard and knocking me to the ground. Within seconds, he's on me and pummeling my face with punch after punch.

"Going to kill me over a girl you just fucking met?" He screams. "She's mine!"

His words make me laugh, blood spurting out of my mouth and dripping down my chin. I don't only like creating pain. I like taking it too.

You may like the pain; doesn't mean I do .

You've been quiet this whole time and now you have something to say, Zain?

I thought you had it under control before.

I do have it under control. Let him think he has one over on me, and when he least expects it, I'll steal his girl right from under him.

You sly bastard.

I hear Zain laugh in my head, and in turn it makes me laugh, too.

"You're fucking crazy, dude." Damion says, shaking his head and wiping his bloody hand on his shirt. He picks up his walkie talkie and beeps into security, telling them to come get me and take me to solitary.

We stay on the ground, him pinning me in place and blood running down my face and neck until security comes walking around the corner. Damion stands up, taking me with him, and hands me over to the guards.

"Solitary, one week. I'll report to the manger on duty." Damion leaves, not even turning to tell me goodbye. Instead, I decide to tell him.

"Goodbye, Mr. Nurse Man! I'll see you next week!" I let out a manic laugh and snap my teeth at the guards who grab my arms, knowing it weirded the shit out of them when I did it this morning.

Damion may have won this battle, but I'll win the war for Amri. For Vincent.