My Secret Life (New Edition) Maleah novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221

Maleah’s p.o.v.

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The Rogue is tied to the wall with silver chains and anyone can see that it isn’t doing his injuries any good.

“Goodmorning, just so you know I will get every answer I want from you, I have a few questions for you and if you do not answer me immediately or truthfully I will skip the pleasantries” I say as I open my bag and start to pull out all sorts of tools, examining each of them before I place them on the table.

The Rogue is watching every move I make and I have smirk on my face when I finally look at him.

“Have you ever heard of the Angel of Death?” I ask him as I let my finger glide over the blade of a dagger, I let my eyes glide from the dagger to the Rogue and I can hear him gulp as he nods his head. He looks at my Mates as if he tries to figure out which of them might be the Angel of Death.

“You’re looking at the wrong Lycans, Asshole. I am the Angel of Death and I will get the answers I am looking for from you, you will tell me everything I want to know.” I say as I turn the wheel connected to his chains.

He is standing on the ball of his feet when I lock the chains in place, the silver chains burning the flesh of his wrists and he is hissing in pain. I grab two small push daggers from the table and slam them in the back of his knees until they hit the patella, he is grinding his teeth in an attempt not to scream.

Through the mind–link I tell my Mates to step back as I open a small bottle with a nasty smelling liquid, it is just some water mixed with dried Daciocely.

Daciocely is an herb that causes a mighty stinging sensation to the body, if you know how to process it and I just happen to know how to do that.

I grab a medium sized dagger to dip it into the bottle and I slowly drag the dagger up his right thigh, with the sharpness of the dagger I don’t need to apply much pressure to cut through his skin. He still tries to keep as quiet as possible, but I know it will become more and more difficult the more injuries I give him.

I clean the dagger on a piece of cloth before I dip it into the Daciocely again and this time I cut through the skin of his left thigh, this time I hear him growl as the blade cuts up his thigh. Every cut I make, every stab I make isn’t enough to kill him, but it will make this very painful for him and after that I will give him a slow and painful death.

“Why were you trying to get into our territory?” I ask him as I look at my weapons on the table, trying to figure out which weapon to use next.

He looks at me with determination in his eyes and I know he will try to withhold that information from me for as long as he can, but I have a few more tricks up my sleeve. I grab another small push dagger to slam it into his right clavicle and this time he can’t stop himself from screaming, I smile at him before I ask my question again.

“To take the Pups.” He answers through gritted teeth, but more than that he doesn’t say and I dip the dagger in some Daciocely again.

This time I run the dagger down his spine and again he screams out in pain, but he doesn’t say another

word.

“How did you know the Pups would be there?” I ask him with Fortune’s voice mixed with my own and I can

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“What did you plan on doing with those Pups?” I ask him but again he keeps quiet and I let the dagger cut through the skin on the back of his legs.

“The longer you wait with telling me what I want to know the more painful it will become, I have all day to show you what I can do to you and there are a few things I still want to try. Things I know are very painful, but none of those things will kill you and when you finally are willing to give me the answers you will understand it could have been a lot less painful.” I say as I grab a bottle from my bag, a liquid I have been dying to try on someone.

It is a mix of Swamp Spice, Oyerry and Olive oil, according to the journal it will make him feel as if he is on fire. I put a brush into the bottle to cover it with the liquid and I let it slide down his arm, from his wrist to his armpit.

“Aargghh.” He screams the moment the first drop touches his skin and the more liquid touches his arm the harder he screams.

“Still not willing to talk.” I ask him as I walk back to the table, dipping the brush into the liquid again.

“Stop.” He whispers before I get a chance to apply the liquid to his other arm. “Make it stop.” He begs and I tell him if he doesn’t start talking I will cover him in the liquid. “Tamish approached me years ago with a deal, I would go to Packs to get some Pups and he would pay me for the trouble.

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