“So it’s quite funny,” Eleanore begins, “the other day while I was waiting outside of your apartment, at six in the morning no less, that I ran into Anya Petrovski as she was leaving your place.”
Gabriel’s jaw grows rigid, his eyes pleading silently with mine.
“Well, anyway, I had a nice little chat with Miss. Petrovski. She was quite forthcoming, actually. She seemed to have no qualms about disclosing the fact that she had stayed at your apartment the night before.”
My chest constricts as I wriggle beneath Allan’s forceful grip on my arm. I want to run. Far away from this place, from all of it. I can’t even bring myself to look at Gabriel as a fresh wave of tears runs down my cheeks.
“So?” Eleanore asks. “Yes or no, Gabriel.”
“Yes,” he says flatly.
On some level I secretly wish he had explained, even if it meant more broken fingers. But it doesn’t matter now. What explanation could there possibly be for Anya staying at his apartment? Especially given he knows exactly how I feel about her.
“So, Victoria, there you have it.” Eleanore sighs. “Your best friend and your boyfriend. Both have betrayed you. Now you must choose who will live, and who will die.”
I glare up at the twisted face hovering above me, wondering how she ever came to be this way. “I won’t do it,” I say resolutely. “You’ll never turn me into you, Eleanore.”
She just laughs at my response as though she knows better. “Always so stubborn. Shall I continue to break your fingers then?”
“Go your fucking hardest,” I encourage. What’s a few broken fingers if it buys me some more time?
“Fine,” she smirks. “Then onto plan B.”
She walks over to Alanna and unties her from the chair, all while humming a cheery tune. She grabs her by the hair and shoves her into Gabriel’s lap with a satisfactory smile. Alanna whimpers and tries to pull away, but Eleanore just pushes her right back into place.
“Kiss him,” she demands. “Or I will break every one of Victoria’s fingers.”
Alanna glances back at me, her face stricken with panic. I close my eyes and burrow my face in my hoodie, knowing I can’t bear to watch this.
“Wait!” Eleanore stomps back across the room and presses her heel into my neck, effectively bringing my gaze back to Gabriel and Alanna.
“If you don’t watch them, I will make her keep going.”
My stomach lurches as my eyes rake over Gabriel. He’s stiff and his eyes are cast down to the floor. Completely out of control, and out of his element. Alanna pecks him on the cheek quickly before pulling away.
“Oh, you can do better than that,” Eleanore says. “Kiss his neck, slowly. Keep kissing him until I tell you to stop.”
“Don’t,” I plead.
Alanna looks both relieved and sick as Allan moves the wrench towards me again. I close my eyes and tense up as I prepare for the pain. A quick snap and acid burns my stomach, urging me to empty the meager contents onto the floor. I breathe through it and try to stay calm as Gabriel curses and rocks in his chair.
Eleanore lets out a disappointed sigh and pushes Alanna onto the floor.
“Get down on your knees in front of him, and pull down his pants,” she says.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” I scream. It’s guttural and agonizing and I don’t even know where it came from. “Please, Eleanore… anything but this. You can break every bone in my body if you want to.”
Gabriel is shaking his head and glaring down at me. He doesn’t want me hurt. But I’m hurting too much already.
“Fine,” Eleanore concedes. “I can be lenient. I am not a cold hearted monster,” she says. “I will let you choose. You let your best friend fuck your boyfriend, or…” she trails off and gestures at the man holding me down. “Let him fuck you until he’s bored with you. Your choice.”
“Gabriel rocks violently against his restraints, looking like the hulk as he tries to smash the metal chair beneath him. “You’re fucking dead! I promise you I will kill you when this is over!”
“Fine!” I cry out. “He can do whatever he wants to me. Just please let them go.”