Kane's voice dropped, thick with obsession. "I care about *you.*"
He stood up abruptly, towering over Lucas, who remained seated, bound to the chair. The tension between them was suffocating, an invisible rope tightening around both of their necks. Kane's eyes were wild now, flickering between madness and desperation, as though he needed something from Lucas that words couldn't describe.
"Tell me," Kane demanded, his tone almost pleading now, despite the rough edge. "Tell me what you're thinking. What's going on in that pretty head of yours?"
Lucas, still bound, stared back at him with chilling indifference. Inside, however, his thoughts churned. He could see the cracks in Kane's facade—the desperation behind his cruel game. Kane wasn't just looking for blood or power. He wanted Lucas's acknowledgment, his validation. But Lucas wasn't going to give it.
Instead, he let the silence stretch, cold and deliberate, and it enraged Kane.
"You think you're so fucking clever, don't you?" Kane hissed. "That you can just... ignore me? I'll break you, Lucas. I swear I will."
But Lucas didn't respond. He just stared, his calm a perfect weapon against Kane's rising fury. The more Kane pushed, the more Lucas retreated into the cold shell of indifference that he had perfected. Kane's frustration mounted, but he didn't seem to know whether to laugh or scream.
Ryan, still on the floor, groaned softly, drawing both of their attention. He started to squirm, trying to loosen the ropes binding him, his muffled cries growing louder.
Kane's attention snapped back to Lucas. "Is this what you want?" he snarled. "To watch him suffer? To make me do all the work?"
Lucas finally shifted, his lips curling into a faint, twisted smirk. "You're the one who's obsessed, Kane," he whispered, voice like ice. "Why don't you show me what you're really capable of?"
Kane froze for a moment, processing the challenge in Lucas's words. His eyes darkened, and his grin returned, more sinister than before. He crouched down beside Ryan, lifting the man's head with a hand curled tightly into his hair.
"Fine," Kane murmured, leaning close to Ryan's ear. "Let's see how this ends for you."
With that, Kane stood abruptly, dragging Ryan to his feet with brutal force. Ryan stumbled, barely able to stand, his eyes pleading as he looked between Kane and Lucas,mostly at Lucas. But no mercy was waiting for him in either gaze.
Kane turned to Lucas, that manic glint returning. "You want blood?" he said, voice shaking with excitement. "I'll give you blood."
Without hesitation, Kane grabbed a heavy metal pipe lying discarded on the floor, his grip tightening around it like a weapon he was all too familiar with. He looked at Lucas one last time, a twisted smile playing on his lips, before bringing the pipe crashing down on Ryan's head.
The sickening *thud* echoed through the room as Ryan's body crumpled to the floor. Blood pooled beneath his head, spreading like a dark stain across the decayed wooden floorboards. The room was eerily silent, save for the sound of Kane's heavy breathing.
Lucas's eyes followed the blood pooling beneath Ryan's body, the rich, dark crimson spreading across the floor. Normally, the sight of blood thrilled him, the sharp tang of iron in the air feeding something deep and primal within him. But this? This was wasteful. He didn't want Ryan to die like this—drained and helpless. Not yet. The thought irritated him, though he kept his face neutral.
"Fix that," he said to Kane, his voice calm but commanding.
Kane raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement playing across his face. "Too much for you, Lucas? Thought you loved a good bloodbath."
Lucas didn't reply right away, his gaze lingering on Ryan's trembling form. Of course, he loved blood. He craved it. But this was different—Ryan wasn't supposed to bleed out like some useless animal. There was more to be done, more suffering to enjoy. He kept his thoughts to himself, unwilling to explain. Kane wouldn't understand. He'd laugh it off, thinking Lucas had gone soft, when really, it was about control, about savoring the moment.
"Just fix it," Lucas repeated, his voice cold, eyes narrowing. He didn't bother explaining further.
Kane chuckled, clearly entertained by the demand. "Whatever you say, sweetheart," he said with a smirk. He moved with slow deliberation, as though enjoying the task, pressing a cloth against Ryan's wound. His grip was firm but almost careless, as if Ryan's suffering was just another part of the game.
Lucas watched without a word, feeling the familiar rush of power and control, though it was tempered by the need to keep Ryan alive, at least for now. He didn't mind the blood—he loved it—but not like this. Not so...final.
"You know, I figured you'd enjoy watching him bleed out," Kane said, looking over his shoulder at Lucas, the wicked smile never leaving his face.
Lucas's eyes flicked to Kane, his expression unreadable. "Not like this," he thought but didn't say. Instead, he crossed his arms and remained silent, letting Kane think what he wanted. He could play along, let Kane believe Lucas was merely annoyed by the mess.
Kane finished tending to the wound, wiping his hands clean on the rag with a casual air. "There, all cleaned up, just like you wanted," he said, stepping back, clearly satisfied with himself.
Lucas's gaze lingered on Ryan, who was now barely conscious, the bleeding slowed but the damage done. It wasn't perfect, but it would do. For now.
Kane moved closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. "Feeling better, darling?"
Lucas didn't look at him, keeping his eyes on Ryan. "For now," he said, his voice quiet but edged with something darker.
Kane grinned, clearly pleased with himself, leaning in as if sharing a secret. "Good. This is just the start."
Lucas kept his expression neutral, forcing himself to remain calm. This wasn't the first time he had been in a dangerous situation, but Kane was unpredictable—a factor that made this even more perilous.
"Kane, this doesn't make any sense," Lucas began, his voice steady but firm. "You know this isn't going to change anything. Let me go, and we'll forget about this."
Kane raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Forget about this? Do you think I don't know what you're capable of?"
Lucas swallowed, choosing his words carefully. "What good will this do? I'm not your enemy, Kane. We're supposed to be in this together." He shifted slightly in the chair, testing the bindings, but they held firm. "I don't want this to end badly for either of us."
Kane smirked but said nothing, crossing his arms as he leaned against the wall. His silence unnerved Lucas, but he pressed on.
"You know how this ends if you keep me here. Someone will come looking for me.For fucks sake Kane, you're a wanted man .Everyone and their mother is looking for you. I can help you—but only if you let me go."
For a moment, Kane's expression flickered with something—doubt, perhaps—but it was gone as quickly as it appeared. "And why should I believe you, Lucas?"
Lucas took a deep breath. "Because you know I don't lie. If I wanted to betray you, I would have done it long ago."
Kane's gaze narrowed, his fingers twitching slightly as he considered Lucas's words
Kane's silence stretched, thick and heavy in the air. His gaze was locked on Lucas, unblinking, assessing. Then, almost imperceptibly, he pushed off the wall and took a step closer. Lucas felt his heart rate quicken, though he kept his expression unreadable.
Without warning, Kane chuckled—a low, dark sound that sent a chill down Lucas's spine. "You really think you can talk your way out of this, don't you?" Kane murmured, his voice dripping with amusement. "So calm, so rational. But I know what's underneath that, Lucas."
Lucas clenched his jaw,sick of Kane's constant mentioning of what he supposedly was.
As Kane moved closer, the air between them crackling with a dangerous energy. Before Lucas could respond, Kane leaned down, his face mere inches from his. There was no warmth in his eyes, just a raw, consuming hunger.
"You want me to let you go?" Kane whispered, his breath hot against Lucas's skin. "Not a chance."
Then, without warning, Kane's hand gripped the back of Lucas's neck, pulling him forward with brutal force. His lips crashed against Lucas's, the kiss violent and punishing, with no hint of affection. Lucas tried to twist away, but Kane's grip tightened, keeping him locked in place.
Lucas's mind raced, but his body was trapped, bound and at Kane's mercy. The kiss was not about passion—it was about control, power. Kane's other hand gripped Lucas's thigh, pressing hard, taking everything by force as if to claim what he believed was already his.
Kane pulled back slightly, a dark smile playing on his lips. "You're not getting out of this, Lucas. Not this time."
Lucas glared at him, breathing hard, but he didn't break. He wouldn't give Kane the satisfaction of seeing fear. Instead, he kept his eyes cold, calculating his next move, even as he felt the full weight of Kane's dominance pressing down on him.
Kane leaned in again, his voice a low growl. "You're mine now. Whether you like it or not."
With that, he claimed Lucas's lips again, his hands taking what they wanted, forcing submission as Lucas's mind scrambled for a way out.
Kane finally pulled back, his grip loosening slightly as he studied Lucas's face. His thumb traced along Lucas's cheek with surprising tenderness, the contrast against the earlier violence jarring. "That punch healed nicely," Kane mused, his eyes scanning the fading bruises. "But there's still a little bruising." His fingers lightly brushed the tender spot just beneath Lucas's eye, where the discoloration lingered.
Lucas felt his jaw tighten, grinding his teeth together. The frustration and hatred simmering inside him threatened to spill over. But Kane's sharp gaze caught the movement immediately. His expression darkened, and he wasn't having any of it.
"Open," Kane ordered, his voice low and commanding.
Lucas clenched his teeth harder in defiance. A flicker of satisfaction crossed his mind, even as he knew Kane wouldn't let it go unchallenged. Kane's hand shot forward, forcing his fingers between Lucas's lips, prying his mouth open. He shoved them deeper, his grip unyielding as Lucas tried to pull away.
"Don't test me," Kane growled, his voice dripping with warning. His fingers pressed against Lucas's tongue, stretching his mouth wide.
Lucas's eyes blazed with fury, his chest heaving, but he couldn't speak—Kane's fingers held his mouth open painfully wide. Kane's grin only grew darker as he held Lucas there, savoring the control he had over him.
"There we go," Kane said mockingly, his eyes never leaving Lucas's. "Much better."
Kane slowly withdrew his fingers from Lucas's mouth, the slickness of saliva coating them. He held Lucas's gaze, smirking as he brought his fingers to his own lips, sucking on them one by one. His eyes glinted with twisted satisfaction, savoring the moment.
"Mm," Kane hummed, his voice low and filled with a dark amusement. "As usual , you taste wonderful." He licked the last of the moisture from his fingers, never breaking eye contact with Lucas, as if daring him to react.
Lucas, still fuming, could feel his muscles tensing as he fought against the humiliation, the anger burning hotter inside him. Kane, however, seemed to thrive on it, his eyes gleaming with excitement. He wiped his wet fingers on Lucas's shirt, his touch slow and deliberate, adding insult to injury.
"Why so tense?" Kane asked, leaning closer, his breath hot against Lucas's neck. "You should relax. You're only making this harder on yourself."
Lucas remained rigid, his fists clenched at his sides, but Kane only chuckled softly.
Kane leaned in again, his breath warm and tinged with a hint of menace as he whispered into Lucas's ear. "I know about Dimitri," he said, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. "I know what you're trying to protect. You think you're hiding something, but I see right through you."
His lips brushed against Lucas's ear as he spoke. Kane's words were coated with a cruel satisfaction, knowing he was hitting a nerve. He pulled back just enough to see the effect of his revelation, his eyes searching Lucas's face for any sign of fear or frustration.
"You're not as good at hiding as you think," Kane added, a dark smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "And I'm very good at finding things."
Lucas's eyes widened in shock and fury, his body trembling uncontrollably as the weight of Kane's words sank in. With a sudden burst of energy, he began to violently shake the chair, his muscles straining against the restraints, the metal binding his feet were creaking with each desperate movement.
Kane watched with dark amusement, his gaze steady and unfeeling. He retreated to a corner of the room, leaning casually against the wall with a smirk playing on his lips. The scene before him was almost entertaining, a twisted dance of anger and desperation.
Lucas's struggles only seemed to please Kane more, his demeanor calm and detached as he observed the chaos unfolding. The room was filled with the sound of Lucas's futile efforts, but Kane remained indifferent, enjoying the show as he waited for Lucas to exhaust himself.
Kane's smirk widened as he observed Lucas's fra
ntic struggles. "I'll be right back," he said, his voice low and taunting. "Need to fetch the stuff for the kill. Don't go anywhere."