Raise your hand if you suspected Bill! I think you all deserve a gold star! I’m going to warn you now, this chapter is filled with torture, so if you’re faint of heart or a victim of torture, you might want to avert your eyes.
Now, on with the spoilers…
A dull buzzing sound filled Eric’s head as faint light seeped through his eyelids. He squeezed his eyes shut, only intensifying the noise. White-hot pain shot across his temples. Chains rattled as he attempted to find the source of pain, and then the room filled with the aroma of burning flesh. His flesh.
Silver chains. Fuck.
“I wouldn’t move if I were you,” Bill said, his voice cold and oily.
Eric opened his eyes and tried to focus them. Slowly, the features of Bill’s face became clear. He turned toward him and a sharp spike gouged and burned the side of his head.
Bill clicked his tongue. “You just don’t listen, do you?”
Fresh blood oozed out of the side of Eric’s head. “What have you done to me?” He rolled his head the other direction, finding a matching spike.
“It took quite a bit to subdue you.” He began to walk around the table Eric was chained to.
Florescent lights hung from the dingy ceiling, illuminating the windowless concrete walls. “Where am I?” Pam, I need you!
“Somewhere safe and far away from Sookie.” A smile slid across Bill’s face and then it froze as he hovered over Eric. “She’s mine.”
“I wouldn’t be too sure of that,” Eric said as he arched his eyebrow.
“Do you like your bed? I had it custom made.” He walked toward Eric’s head, slipping on a pair of leather gloves. “This device is really wonderful.” Something clicked and then spikes enclosed his head.
Eric groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, but the pain became too much. He fought to remain conscious, but lost.
*I’m still hiding, but don’t worry, you only have to wait until tomorrow to read the rest…*