Semua Bab A Goddess Gifted by Fate: Bab 291 - Bab 300

Zelena.Gunner’s tears rolled down his cheeks and his bottom lip was pulled between his teeth. He leaned his head forward and pressed his forehead to mine.“You can’t” I managed to get out. Tears welled in my eyes and my head spun.“I have to” he whispered.“No, you don’t. We'll do this together. You can’t leave. You know what your mum said, True Mates can’t survive without each other” I sobbed and tried to pull my hands away from his face, but he didn’t let go.“That’s only if one dies Zee. I'm not dying, just going away for a little bit. You’ll be fine”“No, I won't. If you leave me, I will die!” I screamed. A burst of energy flew out of me, sending Gunner flying back across the bed. I stumbled to my feet, dragging the bedsheet with me and wrapped it around my naked body. Gunner quickly jumped up and rushed to stand in front of me. He picked me up and held me against his large chest. I struggled and thrashed and kicked my legs while growling and grunting for him to let me go, but it

WG-02.Some time ago. I've dealt with a lot up until this point. I'm proud to say that through it all, I have not broken. All my life I've known pain. I've grown up on it. Lived it, learnt it, tasted it, endured it. I know pain. Intimately. I have been pushed to the furthest limits imaginable, both in mind and body. And I've still not broken. I am stronger because of how far I have been pushed. I have endured and survived more than anyone else possibly could. I have been moulded into the ultimate weapon, created from pain to cause havoc. I am the shadow in the dark, the monster under the bed. I am the bringer of death. Nothing could ever break me. But this... This is unlike anything else that I have endured before. This is beyond the point of physical pain and mental torture. This is worse. This is a line I was naive enough to believe would never be crossed. This could break me.His cold clammy hands slid slowly along my exposed thigh. The feel of his callused skin made me want to vo

WG-02.The sound of the door unlocking caught my attention, pulling me from my flashback. I whirled around and waited anxiously to see who would come through the door this time. Spencer’s face appeared and he looked over my battered and blood covered body with disgust. Spencer was one of the more uncaring and brutal guards. If anything, he would have been all for my little punishment last night. Actually, if he’d known about it, I'm sure he would have happily joined in. “Get up Whiskey. Shower time” he spat at me. I pushed myself up from the sink and stood on shaky legs. I carefully walked over to the doorway that he was still standing in and squeezed past him. I knew the way. I've walked this hallway plenty of times. Spencer shoved his hand into the back of my head and pushed, trying to get me to walk faster. All he accomplished though, was sending me sprawling across the floor. The impact of my body hitting the ground again sent a new wave of pain coursing through my body. I wasn’t

Whiskey.I hate this place. I hate this smell. The stench of wet dog and fear. It’s repugnant. When someone dies suddenly, they leave behind the stench of their last thoughts. I've come to find that most of the time those thoughts are ones of fear. I hate the smell of it. It's what comes after, that I like the most, the scent of death. Blood, mixed with pain and a hint of helplessness, all thrown together with the scent of decaying flesh. That is the smell I like. That is what I want to be able to smell all day. If I could, I would infuse the horrendous stench into a perfume and wear it daily. The bringer of death, carrying with her the scent of your doom. Sounds good, doesn’t it?This tedious task is starting to wear on my patience. Proven so by my rush to get through this damned village. I usually love the chase, the thrill of scaring the life out of the mangey mutts, before I literally take their lives from them. But lately, the excitement is dwindling. I'm getting more and more fr

Whiskey.The pictures on the screen began to change in quick succession, flicking through the gruesome images. It stopped again on another wolf, its belly was cut open and its guts were spilled out on the ground. The chair warmed again, and for a brief second, I wasn’t cold. Then it changed to a small group of giant wolves, all standing together with their big teeth facing the camera. The collar whirled to life and the pain shot through me once again. I trembled and shook violently as I screamed in pain. I'm not going to be able to hold out too much longer. The electricity stopped and I took a large gasp of air. I was panting and sweating, but no tears fell. I think dying would be easier than this. I wouldn’t even care how painful the death was, as long as it resulted in me not being here any longer. I would take that over this. No question. The pictures started to flick through again, giving me time to calm my quick breathing and racing heart. The screen stopped on a pile of charred