My Stepbrother 392

Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother 

Chapter 392 

He was shaking. And the worst part? Ite wasn’t shaking because he was sorry, but because his soul recognized mine. 

Predators know when they’re prey. 

She said ‘Please.” 1 paused, “And what did you do?” 

Silence. 

1 got up and paced behind him, “Let’s give you something to watch,” I whispered, sliding the headset over his head and securing the straps “Don’t worry. Wi not porn. It’s better.” 

One of my men handed me the tablet, and I eagerly clicked on ‘play.‘ 

Saint had done a great job stitching together the kind of videos that ruin a man permanently. He dropped every single one of them in my email. 

Videos of Kex laughing as he raped multiple young girls, sneering as he handed these girls over to traffickers like meat to the slaughter, grinning bruised teenagers were dragged out of vans by men with dead eyes… 

There was even a clip where he slapped a crying teenager and told her, “No one’s coming for you. Your father already sold you to me. 

There was another where he bragged on the phone about bribes paid to officers, judges, and anyone who could’ve helped those girls. 

Saint gave me the faces of real victims. Names. Places. Dates. Enough to build cases in ten countries. 

The videos played, and I could see the many questions in Kex’s eyes. 

“Wondering how these videos were gotten?” I scoffed and shook my head, “News flash. Tech has gotten a lot better these days.” 

I had Baron roll a mirror in. Seven feet tall, chrome–edged, and clean enough to reflect your sins in 4K. It stood directly in front of Rex, angled just right every inch of his broken, bloodstained body stared back at him. 

I wanted him to watch the trembling of his own shoulders, and the ruin of his jaw held in place by bones and stubborn breath. I wanted him to see the Rith behind his eyes, the crusted blood around his mouth, and the cowardice leaking out of him like spoiled meat. 

“You look like shit, Alpha.” 

I stood behind him, speaking just beneath his ear. “All that power. All those threats. And look at you. Fucking pathetic.* 

He moaned behind the brace, something between a sob and a growl, but I ignored it. 

“Let’s make it worse,” Norlan said, casually crossing his one leg over the other, like he was watching his favorite evening show. 

Baron brought a tray beside me. Everything was laid out, looking all sacred and ready – crushed glass, the scalpel, a cauterizing rod already humming red at the tip. 

“You used your words to cut her soul, didn’t you?” I murmured, rolling up my sleeves. “Let me dull the edges of your tongue.” 

I pried his jaw open, and he tried to bite. So I punched him hard, until blood flooded his mouth. He sagged. And then I took the small steel spoon, scooped up the powdered glass, which was finely mixed with wolfsbane, and pushed it under his tongue. 

He thrashed and screamed through his nose. And I loved how he choked on the agony. 

Fucking satisfying. 

The glass scraped, dug/in, and shredded him from within. 

His tongue writhed Aike it was trying to escape. 

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“You don’t get to speak ever again,” I whispered. “You don’t get to charm, manipulate, throw orders around, make retten deals, or even scream for help anymore.” I smiled while delivering the awesome piece of information. 

Larry stepped in and sliced it out while I held Rex’s jaw open. 

He didn’t pass out. I made sure of it. The ketamine drip was balanced perfectly to keep his mind awake and his body still. 

When the cauterizing rod hissed against the wound, he let out a sound I will never forget. 

And the fun part? He fucking saw it happen. 

In the mirror. 

And in perfect detail. 

His body lurched and convulsed. Blood sprayed from his lips. The stench of burnt flesh coated my nostrils like smoke at a goddamn sacrificial altar. 

And I hadn’t even started on his hands. 

I took the scalpel next. Perfect for peeling. 

You don’t punish fingers by cutting them off. No. That’s way too quick. You punish fingers by making them remember. 

“You thought you could get away with touching what’s mine? Let’s make sure you’d never touch anything ever again.” 

One by one, I slid the blade under his nails, lifted them slowly, and peeled the skin back from each digit. The nerves fucking screamed for him. 

I looked into the mirror with him. 

I watched it happen. I watched him watch it happen. And fuck… That feeling. 

He made no sound anymore. Just gurgles. Gurgles and shudders. His eyes were wide open, fixed on the mirror like he couldn’t believe this was real. 

But it was. 

Oh, it was very real. 

And for the first time since he was chained to that chair, he wept. 

I leaned in and let him feel my 

breath.. 

“You thought nobody could touch you. You thought Kamsine was just another girl to be broken and sold.” 

I reached for the heated rod again and touched it to the bone of his pinky until it blistered and cracked. 

“She’s not that girl.” 

“She’s mine.” 

He jerked, and for a second I thought he was going to pass out. But no, he didn’t. His heart still beat. 

I took a step back to assess my handiwork, and damn, it was perfection. 

I stepped forward again and wiped my bloody gloves on his shirt and crouched, so he had no choice but to stare at me through those swollen eyes. 

“You’re going to live, Kex. That’s your punishment. You’re going to wake up every day and remember why you’re in this condition. You’re going to eat your food through a straw and shit in a bag. You’re going to feel that guilt, regret, and powerlessness crawl over your skin every second like ants under your flesh. I stood up and/smirked before adding, …from the cold walls of prison, of course.” 

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I signaled for Norlan. 

“Carve 

him.” 

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