The ex-husband stared at the shiny, terrifying tal table in the corner of the room. His breath hitched in his throat. He tried to swallow, but his mouth was completely dry.
The six massive Kings took a collective step backward. They crossed their thick arms over their broad chests and lted perfectly into the dark shadows near the concrete walls. They were dangerous, deadly n, but right now, they were not the ones in charge. They completely surrendered the floor to their Queen. They were simply her tools, totally ready to follow her every single command.
Roxy stood in the center of the cold, bright room. She didn’t look angry anymore. She looked completely, terrifyingly calm.
"You always thought you were so big," Roxy said softly. Her voice didn’t echo, but it carried perfectly across the small room. "You thought you were a tough man because you could hurt soone who was smaller than you. You used fear to control . You broke down until I didn’t even know my own na."
The ex-husband pulled against the heavy steel chains wrapping his wrists to the chair. They clanked loudly. "Roxy, wait. Let’s just talk about this. You don’t have to do this!"
"Talk?" Roxy tilted her head, a cold, sharp smile touching her lips. "We are long past talking."
She turned her head slightly to look over her shoulder at the shadows. "He locked in a dark closet for three days once because I dropped a plate," she told her husbands.
From the shadows, Torian let out a low, rumbling growl that made the concrete floor actually vibrate.
"So," Roxy said, turning back to the terrified man in the chair. "We will start with the dark."
She nodded her head once. Zarek reached out his giant hand and flipped the heavy light switches on the wall.
Click. The room plunged into absolute, pitch-black darkness. It wasn’t just a normal dark room. Being underground, with no windows and thick steel doors, it was a heavy, suffocating blackness. The ex-husband couldn’t even see his own nose.
"Wait! Don’t leave in here! Turn the lights back on!" he scread, his voice cracking with pure panic.
He heard the heavy footsteps of the Kings walking toward the door. He heard Roxy’s expensive leather boots clicking away from him.
"You also liked to starve ," Roxy’s voice floated through the pitch black. "You thought making beg for food made you powerful. Let’s see how long you last."
Clang. BOOM.
The heavy steel door slamd shut. The massive lock clicked into place.
Over the next few days, Roxy completely broke him down. She didn’t just hurt him; she completely mirrored every single terrible thing he had ever done to her. She wanted him to feel the exact sa helplessness she had felt all those years ago in their tiny apartnt.
The first day was the hunger.
They left him chained to the tal chair. They gave him exactly one small cup of water every few hours so he wouldn’t die, but they gave him absolutely zero food. His stomach started to cramp and twist into painful knots. He yelled, he cursed, and he threatened to call the police. But nobody answered him. The silence was totally deafening.
The second day was the terror.
He used to wake Roxy up in the middle of the night by throwing glass bottles against the wall or screaming in her face, never letting her feel safe. So, the Kings made sure he never slept.
Every ti his tired eyes started to close in the dark, they would strike. Syris would loudly bang a heavy tal pipe against the steel door, making a terrifying, deafening noise that made the ex-husband jump out of his skin. Kaelen would step into the room, bringing a freezing, icy wind with him that made the man shiver so hard his teeth felt like they were going to crack. Torian would walk slowly around the chair in the pitch black, letting his heavy, scary footsteps echo in the dark, letting out low, monstrous growls right next to the man’s ear.
The ex-husband didn’t know what was in the dark with him. He didn’t know if it was a man or a wild beast. He was completely terrified out of his mind.
By the third day, the big, tough abuser was entirely gone.
His loud threats had turned into pathetic, weak whimpers. The lack of sleep, the freezing cold, and the biting hunger had completely destroyed his mind and his body. He felt small. He felt completely powerless. He finally understood the terrible, suffocating fear he had forced Roxy to live in for years.
He sat slumped in the heavy tal chair, his dirty green jacket hanging off his shaking shoulders.
Suddenly, the heavy lock clicked.
The door groaned open, and the blinding white lights snapped back on.
The ex-husband squeezed his eyes shut, letting out a loud, painful whine as the bright light burned his tired eyes. He couldn’t lift his head. His chin rested weakly against his chest.
Footsteps approached him.
Roxy stepped in front of him. She looked totally rested, clean, and completely powerful. The six Kings filed into the room behind her, their faces hard and completely without rcy. They looked down at the broken man in the chair, feeling absolutely no pity.
"Please," the ex-husband cried.
His voice was a pathetic, scratchy croak. Tears were streaming down his dirty, bruised cheeks. His nose was running, and he was shaking like a tiny, scared leaf in the wind. The man who used to make Roxy feel so small was now reduced to a crying, sniveling ss begging for rcy.
"Please, Roxy. I can’t take it anymore," he sobbed, pulling weakly against the thick steel chains. "I’m so hungry. It’s so cold. Please let go. I’m begging you. I’ll do anything."
Roxy just stared at him. She crossed her arms, her face totally blank. "You used to tell that begging was for dogs."
"I am a dog!" he cried out, totally abandoning his pride. He didn’t care about looking tough anymore. He just wanted the pain and the fear to stop. "I’m garbage! You’re right! Just please, stop!"
Roxy slowly walked over to the shiny tal table in the corner of the room.
The terrifying tools were still sitting there, waiting patiently under the bright light.
"You stole my life," Roxy said softly, running her fingers lightly over the cold tal table. "You bought like a piece of property, and you treated like dirt. You followed to the park. You tracked down."
"No! No, you don’t understand!" the ex-husband suddenly scread.
The pure panic finally broke his brain. He started screaming out a wild, desperate confession, hoping that the truth would sohow save his life.
"I didn’t track you down to hurt you!" he cried, his tears falling onto his dirty shirt. "I swear it! I wasn’t going to hurt you!"
Roxy paused, her hand hovering over the table. She turned her head slightly to look at him. Zarek narrowed his golden eyes, stepping just a tiny bit closer to his wife.
"I only approached you in the park because I wanted to make things right!" the ex-husband sobbed, shaking his head wildly. "I swear to you, Roxy! Sitting in that jail cell changed . I am finally clean! I got off the drugs. I stopped drinking. I sat in that cell every single day, and I realized what a monster I was to you."
He sniffled loudly, his dark eyes pleading with her.
"I felt intense remorse for what I did to you!" he scread out, his voice echoing off the concrete walls. "It ate alive! When I got out, I just wanted to find you. I just wanted to see your face. I only wanted to apologize! I just wanted to say I was sorry for breaking you!"
The underground room went completely, totally silent.
The only sound was the heavy, ragged breathing of the broken man chained to the chair.
Roxy didn’t say a word. She didn’t look at her husbands. She slowly turned back to the tal table. Her hand reached out, and her fingers wrapped tightly around the smooth, heavy handle of a sharp blade.
She picked it up, the bright light catching on the cold, sharp edge.
Roxy completely freezes, a sharp blade resting in her hand.
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