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burning me?”  Ty steps right up to my face.  Damn.  He’s quick to change the subject.
    “Nope,” I say.
    “Of course, you don't.  I'm going to have fun reminding you of all the bullshit you did to me growing up.”  I watch a man come from the house with a large pot of something steaming.  I know shit is about to get really bad, and all I can think about is him getting just a little fucking closer.
    He nods as the man gets near me, and in the next second, my skin erupts as hot water burns nearly every inch of the front half of my body.  Oh my god.  The fucking pain.
    Ty steps right up to my face, clicking his tongue as he takes a stroll down memory lane.  I remember burning him, alright.  The two of us tried to make mom some coffee.  I accidently spilled the entire pot down his front.  He squealed in pain and I cried.  God, we were so young, and I felt terrible for it.  But this, the pain he is inflicting on me now, makes that small pot of coffee nonexistent.  Our mother took care of him.  He was rushed to the hospital, and his burns were cared for immediately.  He came out unscathed.
    His laughter erupts, and I listen to gunfire going off before the sounds of them walking away calm my mind in the slightest way.  I’m left hanging from this half dead tree with my scorched body becoming hotter by the second.  I work hard to keep my mind focused on my blond-haired woman.  Jade.

CHAPTER FOUR
KALEB
     
    My skin is fucking raw.  One minute, my chest feels like a burning fire that simply won’t calm down, and the next, I can't feel a thing.  My internal emergency system is shutting down and the pain-killing chemicals are steaming through my veins, causing my blood to boil from anger.  My own brother is behind the torture, and his hysterical laughter after each session tells me he's enjoying it immensely.   It's a different feeling when the enemy is my own flesh and blood.
    I’ve been beaten with a whip among many other things.  The first striking sensation brings fire to my skin, then every strike, slash, and gouge after pulls a numbness to the surface that nearly matches my internal feelings about everything in the world, except my hatred for my brother and my love for Jade.  A slow burn continues down my back as my skin continues to be ripped apart, and the feeling of blood dripping after a few strikes reminds me I still actually have feeling in some places. 
    And my dick.  That motherfucker will pay for that one.  I’ve never felt pain like a straight-up strike from a leather whip can cause to my dick before in my life.  You could shoot me.  Stab me.  Burn me. But this…I have no fucking words.  Not a damn thing to explain the pain that continues to shoot through my balls, up my spine, and through every other muscle in my body.  It’s a constant suffering that’s indescribable.
    The minute my body tries to relax is the minute the excruciating shit zig-zags throughout my entire nervous system.  I physically want to shut down and drop my dead weight right here, but I won’t.  Revenge is a beautiful thing, they say.  I’ll get mine.  On every last one of these drug-smuggling heathen motherfuckers.
    Now, my skin itches, my muscles cramp, and my arms shake from the uncontrollable urge to writhe their way out of these restraints.
    He will not break me.  The drug king piece of shit.
    “Motherfucker,” I whisper into the night.
    Jade.   My mind needs her.  My body is beaten down, and I’m so damn weak and tired.  My will to live for us will endure the physical pain they inflict on me.  It’s my damn heart that’s breaking and splitting in two.  For her.  All for her.
    I throw my head back, wincing as my skin pulls tight on my chest.  This is all kinds of fucked up.  I desperately try to vision Jade standing in front of me, but somehow I can’t.  All I can see is the loathing on my little brother’s face.  All I can hear is his laugh when the whip cracks against my