Hybrid Aria 1-4

Ryker POV

She cut off his foot, slowly hacking into his flesh with a blunt saw. Blood spraying everywhere and all over her, drenching her clothes as it seeped and splattered on the floor…

I wanted to look away, his screams were blood curdling yet she didn’t even acknowledge them. Didn’t even cringe away from the task at hand. Jacob threw up, running for the trash can next to the desk when he saw the man’s foot fall to the floor with a soft thud. My father was just casually leaning against the glass door with his back to her messaging my mother like someone wasn’t being tortured behind him.

Reika then walks over and grabs the blow torch looking at. Gone was my sweet innocent mate, looking at her I now wondered if she was a bigger monster than me.

She fiddles with it while the man turns paler about to pass out from the blood loss, his wound healing slowly thanks to the hybrid genes in his bloodstream but not fast enough.

Reika walks over and taps on the glass. “How do I make this thing work?” She asks so innocently as she fiddles with the dial on it. Looking at her confused, concentrating face you wouldn’t think she just cut off the man’s foot like she was just cutting into a steak.

The question was so curious and innocent yet the intention behind it was brutal.

My father turns around looking at what’s in her hand.

“Oh turn the dial and push in the red thing near your finger” he says. She does and her eyes light up as the flame turns blue before she walks over and starts burning the nub that was once his foot. The man’s screams loudly before passing out on the table from the pain.

“You couldn’t have convinced her to open the damn door?” I ask, turning to my father.

“She asked a question, I simply answered” he states looking back at his phone, he chuckles softly.

“You’re not laughing right now, what could you possibly find so funny about this situation?” I ask incredulously.

“No, I am not laughing at Reika, your mother just sent me a nude pic” he says typing back to her while I scrunch up my face, completely grossed out.

“What woman sends a nude at her age?” I ask cringing, not an image I wanted in my head of my mother.

“Your mother is one fine lady, glad I get to tap that each night” he says.

“Fucking disgusting, I could have lived without that information”

“Mind your mouth son” he retorts.

I shake my head looking at Jacob who was green. “Alpha may I be excused?” He asks and I nod turning to face him.

“You have watched me torture so many people yet you throw up when she does it?”

“But she is a girl, it’s more disturbing” he says looking in at my mate before turning greener. He leaves quickly. And I turn back to my mate. I see the man’s foot twitch that was still attached to him as she looks at all the tools picking them up at random.

His fingers then twitch and he stretches them. Claws slipping from his fingertips.

“Shit, Reika open this door now” I tell her knowing those flimsy restraints won’t hold him, they are good enough to hold a human but not a hybrid.

She doesn’t even turn around at my words, my father however does, looking at the man before banging on the glass.

“Reika you need to open the door, he is turning” my father told her calmly while I just wanted to break the door down. She looks over at him laying on the table.

She moves toward him. His claws are trying to cut the restraints. She then turns back and grabs a set of pliers.

“What was it called when Estella used to get her nails coloured and the ends trimmed?” she asks the man who was glaring at her.

“Oh my wife gets those, it’s called a manicure” my father says like he was answering some trivia question and not telling her how to torture him. Reika looks at him, giving him a sadistic smile and giving him a nod.

I turn, staring at my father.

“What, that’s what it’s called?” He shrugs.

“Let’s give you one of those,” she says, grabbing the man’s hand and holding his finger, she clamps the pliers on it before reefing her hand back.

She pulled his claws from his nail bed on his right hand one by one. His face morphing in pain and his fangs protruded as he screamed. His other hand yanking on the restraints so hard he snaps it before reaching for her, she jumps back out of reach and I could hear her heart rate pick up.

“Okay Reika, I think it’s time you open this door” my father says, now starting to panic along with me.

“No!” She says looking down at the man trying to reach for her. She walks to the back of the room and grabs a small axe. Walking back she grabs his flailing arm trying to hit her before holding it down with one hand. She then lifts the axe. I watch as she grits her teeth before bringing it down on his wrist.

The crunch of his bone snapping as the axe cut through it was sickening, the man screams before thrashing, snapping his leg restraints.

Reika jumps back as he gets up, only to fall forgetting he was missing a foot.

I feel Brax pressing forward worriedly, fur sprouting on my arms as my father tries to pull on the door handle to get it open.

“You pathetic little bitch, I am going to kill you” he screams at her using the table to pull himself up.

I watched in horror, as his claws grow back making my father and I both look at each other. His entire body tensed as he used the table to keep distance between him and Reika.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.