My Promised Rejection (Olivia) novel Chapter 153

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Tanith POV

I move to where Agatha still hasn’t managed to get to her feet. I place my hand on her head, giving her the strength she’ll need to make this ba**ard suffer. I also give her visions of all the times that nasty pr*ck betrayed her. When she finally manages to get to her feet, anger is rolling off her in waves. Her eyes meet mine and I produce a small blade. Hesitantly, she reaches out her hand and takes it. “Enjoy this reprieve Aggie, it won’t last. Make him suffer the way he made you suffer.” She nods and moves to stand in front of Rork.

“Agatha, don’t do this. I am your beloved. I know you still love me despite the mistakes I made.” A sinister smile spreads across her face, and she turns toward me. I nod not needing her to ask the question out loud. “I, Agatha Murphy, reject and break my bond with you, Rork Blaise.” He screams, his body arching as the pain courses through him. Even now, the rejection is agony. He goes to open his mouth to accept and end the pain, but I take his voice. His eyes get big and tears streak down his cheeks as he repeatedly opens his mouth to try to make the pain stop. I chuckle enjoying every bit of his suffering.

Aggie takes the blade in her hand and begins to circle his still struggling form. I’m quite enjoying watching him wiggle like a worm waiting for the hook. She pulls her arm back and drives the knife into his left lower back. His mouth opens, but no sound comes out. I wave my hand and his screams fill the room. I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face as she pulls the blade out and stabs the other side. “Betcha, that hurts like a b**ch, huh, Rork? Wishing you were a better person, aren’t you? Well, it’s too late for regret.”

His eyes meet mine before she stabs him in the thigh. “Agatha, please. I’m sosrry. I should have accepted our bond. I should have been the beloved you deserved,” he says as she comes to stand in front of him. “You never cared about me. You never wanted me to be your mate. Even now you are only pleading for forgiveness, so I’ll stop. F**k you, Rork. I hate you,” she says, stabbing him after every word. His thighs and stomach are covered in puncture wounds. Blood pools on the floor under his feet. “I saw it all Rork. Every betrayal vividly playing in my head. The pain of a mate’s betrayal rushing through my body and stealing my breath every time you f**ked a wh*re,” she says as she stabs him in his left shoulder.

“Aggie, I’m sorry,” he says. His voice is barely audible as his body grows weaker from the amount of blood he’s losing. I walk closer, slapping his face. “Agatha, you better make the next strike count because the next time he comes back, he’s mine.” She looks up into his pleading eyes. A sinister smile again spreads across her face before she pulls her hand back. When she hits the mark this time, he screams and his body convulses. I knew those images would make her want to rob him of his manhood.

His screams start to fade and his head drops. Agatha’s eyes meet mine and her shoulders sag. I wave my hand and send her to Nemesis’s room while Rork and I have some fun. Ten minutes later he gasps and I smile at the panic in his eyes. He starts to sob when he sees me. “Why is it that it’s always the evil ones that hurt people for fun that cry like p**sy’s when it’s time to pay Auntie Tanith?”

“I have a room full of men just like you who thought they had the right to hurt innocents. I’ve never showed them an ounce of mercy and you won’t get one either. So let’s get started.” I walk over to the large table and grab the hand torch. It’s funny, but I decide I’ll take the exact path Aggie did. I move to stand behind him, running the torch over the soft flesh of his back. His screams once again fill the room. When I’m satisfied with the black dead charred skin covering his back, I move onto his legs.

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