Tame his Beast - Claire C. Riley Page 0,10
to destroy her little bubble of self-righteousness. Cunt thought she could come in here and speak to me like I was nothing. Like I hadn’t earned my place in this world. Like she had the right to judge me.
“Every man that I broke, I enjoyed it. I enjoyed the blood I spilled; their screams of pain, their cries of terror. I fucked women afterwards with their blood still on my hands and their cries inside my head.”
I felt alive for the first time in months as I let it all out—every goddamned evil truth that spilled from my viper’s tongue.
She swallowed and took a step back from me with a shake of her head. “I need to go.” She turned away from me and headed to the door.
“I enjoyed the death I brought. The necks I snapped, the fingers I crushed, the hearts I tore apart. I enjoyed it every time. And when I leave here, I’ll go back to enjoying it all over again. Maybe more so, because now I know exactly how it feels. And when I send those men to the hospital, I’ll be sure to tell them to ask for you.”
Jenna turned to look at me from the doorway. “You’re sick, Beast. Or should I say Nathanial?”
I gritted my teeth. “That ain’t my name no more. I’m Beast. Beast by name and Beast by nature.”
She smiled sadly and took a long breath. “Yes, you are, aren’t you.”
“Keep that prissy little bitch out of my room or you’ll regret it,” I bellowed as she opened the door and left. “And bring me my fucking pudding!” I roared.
God, what I would have given to get up and throw something. To smash my fist through the wall. To grab that fucking torture cart and throw it out the window and hopefully crush some poor innocent people below. But as it was, I couldn’t get up and move around like that because if I did I’d be in agony for hours. My scars would likely split back open and I’d be bleeding out on this godforsaken bed all over again.
One day I’d be back on my feet again. One day I’d be strong and I’d be back to doing what I did best: killing and maiming and punishing anyone I saw fit.
One day.
And then the motherfuckers who put me here were gonna pay.
They didn’t know pain. But they would.
“Gauge!” I roared, fury and pain coursing through my blood.
The door swung open and he strolled in like he had all the time in the world. “’Sup?”
I glared at him, my teeth clenching so hard I was surprised they didn’t shatter. “Give me something,” I snarled.
“Can’t. Nurse said I wasn’t allowed to give you anything else. Says you don’t need it and we’re fuckin’ you up more by givin’ it you.” He shrugged like that was the end of that discussion.
“Brother, get your ass over here and give me something now before I drag myself out of this bed and tear your throat out with my teeth.” My hands clenched the covers.
Gauge sighed. “Just a small hit to see you through the night. But she might be right about this; it might be time to start rolling this shit back. It can’t be helping with the healing much.”
“Bitch don’t know shit about shit,” I snapped as he came closer, eager for the drugs to take me away from there.
“She must know some shit—otherwise she wouldn’t be a nurse.” He pulled out the baggie of drugs and I almost foamed at the mouth at the sight of them. Needed them so bad my fucking teeth hurt.
“Just give it to me.” I reached for them, snatching them out of his hand. “She don’t know nothing about me. Good-for-nothing bitch thinks men like us are all the same. That none of us are good for anything. Thinks that she’s better than us.”
I sniffed the drugs up in one hit, feeling the buzz at the back of my brain almost immediately.
“Fuck,” Gauge sighed. “She ain’t wrong about that.”
“More,” I snapped.
Gauge looked like he was about to argue with me but then thought better of it.
“Whether she’s right or wrong isn’t the point, brother. That bitch has been in and out of this room for months, dragging me through hell and back and all the while looking down her pert little nose at me.”
Gauge frowned. “Not to be a dick, brother, but she’s the only one that will come in this room anymore. No other doc or