I awoke with a thumping headache and restraints hanging from my wrists. Yanking on then, the awful clinking sound of chains met my ears, and the metal bit into my skin making it burn with pain. I chose to ignore the pain as I pulled again, my anger building. It changed nothing except making hot blood spill from cuts along my arm. The metal made the cuts burn and I gasped a quick breath to work through the sting. I couldn’t remember what happened past the men confronting me in the stairwell. Had they gone through with their threats? Had they taken and used my body for their own dark desires. My skin crawled at the thought of their hands on me while I was unconscious, my stomach turning with horrid disgust. I tried to project but my head ached too badly to concentrate long enough. The constant throbbing was a horrible distraction. Memories swam in my head, making me feel queasy but I focussed on trying to remember what had happened. Everything seemed a blur but I knew one thing; my

A cool, wet cloth on my skin woke me jarringly from my sleep, and I recoiled in fear. Darkness filled my vision as I waited for my eyes to grow accustomed to the limited light. My fists were clenched against my legs, ready to react. I was cowering in the corner of the dark cell, my body tight and sore. My limbs refused to move as cramp locked down hard on each muscle sending searing pain through me. After I had passed out from the torture session with Deakin, it seemed someone had moved me to a smaller prison cell than my last, with only one large steel door as the only entry and exit. A small, white gown covered the wounds on my stomach but the cuts on my arms were visible. The red, raw puckered slashes were oozing, as the shrouded person gently washed away the dried blood that was caked on my skin. I looked away, disgusted by the sight of my own body. I was disfigured and ugly. I was damaged goods. I looked up into their face and saw the bright, blue eyes. My stomach tightened as

“Kenai,” I groaned in agony, a deep sadness burning in my heart. I cradled his head in my arms, listening to the struggling gasps as he fought to get some air. Panic forced my heart to begin beating hard within my chest. If Kenai was here, where was Jax and Tori? Had they been captured too?“Do not give in,” he begged quickly into my ear, as the brute Kainen grabbed my wrist roughly and dragged me away. He held onto me as I fought hard to escape, but my lack of energy soon had me motionless, tears streaming down my face.“No one has called me that for a long time, old man,” Dark Eyes said slowly, his tone dangerous. He stood up from his chair and looked down Kenai, a look of victory plastered on his face. “I am no longer Tynan, but their Master, just as you were once mine. Except… well, I deserve the title, where you did not.”Tynan flicked a finger towards Kenai and he was lifted up off the ground so he hung just above it. Floating in the now still air, his toes almost scraped the plu

*WARNING - TORTURE AND RAPE CONTENT AHEAD. PLEASE ME MINDFUL OF WELLBEING WHEN READING* I lay still in the middle of the familiar table, my arms and legs bound to the edges so I was splayed across it. There was some kind of power holding me still; other than the immense power of my fear of course, but it was strong, stronger than anything else I had ever felt before. I closed my eyes and willed it all to be a dream, for the terrifying things around me to just drift away from me, to fall away into the nothingness of a nightmare. At least I could wake up from that and know - know it was all a dream. That it would end when my eyes opened, when the dream hit the wall that was reality. But this was my reality, a mixture of death and deceit; betrayal and lies. I could smell it even with my eyes closed, the fresh stench of death. I tried to rid myself of the reality, to enter a dream that was infinitely better. I retched, unable to stand the smell and opened my eyes to see them. Darius and

I remained silent as the maids primped and prepped me for the ceremony. Their hands deftly worked their way through my hair, untangling the knotted mess it had become, and creating a delicately, intricate style that appeared to look like rope along my spine. At one point, one of them shoved a small cup of warm liquid in my hands, hurrying my to drink it. “What is it?” I croaked, sniffing at the drink. It didn’t smell appetising at all. The maids exchanged a look, and the oldest one rose her brow at me. “It is to flush your body of seed,” she said tersely. “So tou do not become with child.” Horror must have filled my face because she gave me an apologetic look before pushing the cup in my direction again. “Best drink it fast, it doesn’t taste the best.” I downed the liquid quickly, my throat gagging on the taste and swallowed as much as I could. It tasted like a mixture of dirt and grass, but I was glad for it. I didn’t want to become pregnant with Kainen’s child. He hadn’t exactl