108: Jackpot.
**Bane pov**
When I blinked my eyes open, I felt like a train had crashed into me. My entire body ached with surges of pain, traveling through every moving muscle like electricity.
I groaned low in my throat as I realized that once again, I was locked inside my own body.
This was getting out of hand, I was seriously done and over with the whole charade that bastard was putting on.
I got it, he wanted to show who was in charge, who held the power and all that bullshit, but seriously, enough was enough.
As always he heard my thoughts and only laughed at the anger that was bubbling under my skin. “Bane, Bane, Bane, you haven’t learned a thing, have you?”
“If it comes to learning something from you, specifically, I would rather not,” I groaned.
I tried to stretch, but it was nearly impossible with the pain in my body. How that was possible, fuck, I didn’t know, but apparently even locked in my own mind, I could still feel pain.
The monster chuckled. “Younger generations and their principles, huh? That’s okay, I won’t wish anything bad to happen to you, don’t worry about anything. But keep in mind, though, there is a thing or two you could learn from this old man.”
That made me laugh. Me? Learn? How about over my goddamn dead body?
The only thing he could teach me would be how to hate and discharge women as if they were old clothing with holes in them.
Bastard had no idea what was respect, care and love, especially when it came to the opposite gender. Yeah, I was pretty sure there was nothing I wanted to learn from him.
“You smug little asshole,” he snarled, but to my great displeasure, his tone wasn’t entirely angry. In fact, he sounded amused.
“The fuck you smirking about?” I growled at him.
“Oh, nothing, nothing at all,” he waved me off using my own bloody hand, damn it. “Only that the first lesson I wanted to give you is the art of tracking. You know, following your instincts correctly until they lead you to your goal.”
Was it possible to feel the color drain from one’s face? Yes, yes it fucking was possible because I experienced that just now.
I pulled my hands into tight fists at my sides and sucked in a few deeper breaths, willing to calm myself down.
Blowing up on him would do nothing but add more damage - the fucker fed on my anger and fear, I refused to give him more than he had already gotten from me.
“Oh, look at you, all prickly and spicy, isn’t that cute?” He laughed louder.
Instead of letting him distract me with the pretty bullshit, I decided to pay more attention to where he was going.
Ahead, there was nothing but trees, snow and barely visible trails used by someone who clearly knew their way around the mountain.
My jaw tensed as I realized that he was climbing up the mountain, not just messing with me and wandering around aimlessly.
So much for dragging him and the beast as far away as possible.
“Wait, you really thought you were doing something?” He exclaimed and leaned against a nearby tree before he started laughing like a maniac. “When the fuck will you learn that you do only as much as I allow you to? It was a game, Bane, a silly little game and you walked right into my trap.”
My eyes widened as the painful realization sunk deep in my stomach. He was right. At the end of the day, he had gained so much control over my body that without him, I couldn’t do anything.
As soon as the realization came I decided to push it away. I simply refused to accept that he could get anything he wanted without a fight.
The monster scoffed as he pushed off the tree and kept walking up the mountain again. “As useless as your father. And grandfather. And every damn man who was born in my bloodline after me.” He kept grumbling.
Maybe he saw the bloodline as one big joke, but I didn’t. Each man that came before me was great and powerful in his own way.
Many before me had done amazing things, better the pack and given to those who were in dire need of help.
If helping those less fortunate was worse than abusing women, I didn’t mind being called a failure.
“Oh, boo-hoo, stop with the whining.” He snapped at me as his steps grew more purposeful. “The next generation won’t let me down, I know it won’t. And whenever you finally use your dick for good, I’ll get a heir truly worthy of the name of my legacy. And don’t worry, if it comes down to it, I don’t mind nudging you in the right direction to get a bitch pregnant.”
I had no idea why, but the more he spoke, the more memories flooded my mind. One by one, I remembered my own actions, the unexplainable rage and cruelty that overcame me far too many times.
Then, I recalled the stories about my bloodline, how men that came before me always killed their chosen ones after they gave birth to one son.
Puzzle pieces were coming together and I didn’t like the picture they were painting.
“Jackpot,” he chuckled. “Took you long enough to figure it out, eh? It was me, it was me all along and since they couldn’t stop me back then, what makes you think you could do any better?”
Using the moment of his supposed victory and his guard being let down, I growled and took over for long enough to slam my body into a tree, grinning as I heard a sickening crack and a wave of pain surged through my ribs.
“You little fucker,” he growled at me, teeth bared. “Now you’ve done it. I’m done playing Mister Nice Guy, once I find that bitch of yours, I won’t even bother with torture, I’ll skin her alive for your enjoyment alone.”
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