**Trigger Warning - Talk of Rape**
Emori
S.hit!
I shouldn’t have spoken out loud! Now, I’m being chased like a criminal, but I guess that’s what I am now. I did poison the King, after all. Yes, it killed him, but he reawakened just as I’d hoped.
Coming here and gaining employment was easier than I thought it would be. I made sure to mask my fairy scent and kept out of the Royals’ way. Spiking the King’s water was simple, and I wasn’t worried the warriors would drink any. Marsha, the head kitchen maid, said the King wouldn’t drink from the same jug as anyone else. Well, his family, but only at dinner. The two members of the King’s family there today would be treated as warriors. Long story short, only the King would be drinking poisoned water.
I didn’t do it for Astro; I’ll never do anything for him again. I did it for my niece because she doesn’t deserve the hell Astro will bring here. I know Astro will kill me for defying him, but I’d rather die than do his bidding.
My heart melted when I got here, being with the Lycans, seeing Harmony, the image of Elena, looking so happy and pregnant. I hadn’t seen Lyric, but I knew I’d never hurt her. I also knew I needed to...
“Gotcha!”
I scream as someone grabs me around the waist, lifting me off my feet. They spin around, and now I’m facing the King, a bunch of men, and a handful of women.
My eyes lock with the raven-haired beauty ready to slaughter me where I stand.
Lyric.
“Who the hell are you?” She demands. She’s so angry I can almost see the steam coming out of her nose!
I open my mouth to say something, but the words seem to be stuck in my throat. I can’t tell Lyric who I really am; she’d want me dead even more than she does now. It doesn’t matter what I do from here on in; my life is forfeit. Whether it be in the hands of these Lycans or my brother, I will not make it through the week.
The King’s hand wraps tightly around my throat, lifting me out of the other man’s arms and off the ground. My legs kick out of their own accord while my hands claw at the King’s hand. I cannot breathe! I could use my fairy powers to make him let go, but a figure over the King’s shoulder renders me immobile.
My mate.
What is he doing here?
Am I seeing things?
Is the lack of oxygen causing hallucinations?
My heart beats harder inside my chest, and my mate’s eyes widen in recognition. He sees me, but the anger in his eyes tells me he will not help me. My mate doesn’t care if the King kills me, and it’s all my own fault.
I should have approached the King when I arrived and told him everything. I should have been honest and not played this game. Shame on me for being so stupid.
“My mate asked you a question. I suggest you answer it before I crush your throat, Witch!”
“I’m...not a...witch.” I gasp with each word.
“I don’t give a s.hit what you are. You killed me, and now,” He chuckles while pulling me closer, and in my ear, he whispers, “You’re going to feel pain like you’ve never felt before. You’ll be begging for death by the time I’m done with you.”
I’m not afraid of pain; I’ve endured more than my share over the years. But as I look at my mate, a tear falls from my eye. He’s clearly a warrior from the uniform he’s wearing. But I had no idea he’d be here.
How was I to know he worked for the Lycan King?
“Take her to the dungeon.” The King literally throws me into the arms of a man built like a mountain. “Let the guards know she’s to be treated as a class-A prisoner.”
“Yes, my King.”
What the hell is a class-A prisoner?
It didn’t take me long to find out; I was thrown in a cell, stripped to my underwear, and hooked up to the ceiling like a dead pig by my wrists. Of course, I tried to use my magic to stop those men from torturing me. But they laughed and told me to save my breath; the whole building was protected. No magic of any kind would work here. Locked in this new hell, I am as useless as a human.
“Careful,” My tormentor laughs. “You don’t want to slip off that little box. You’ll pop those tiny shoulders out of place.”
I whimper while dancing on my tiptoes, trying with all my might to stay standing. With my eyes covered and my mouth gagged, I can’t see what’s happening around me, nor can I call for help. Not that yelling will save me; no one cares that I’m here. No one will rescue me from this.
Astro will be wondering where I am by now. I’m unsure how long I’ve been down here, but it feels like months. I’ve definitely missed checking in with my brother, and I’m scared he’ll send his minions to look for me. I don’t want that because I don’t want Lyric and her family to be hurt in any way.
The sting of the whip across my back has my muscles clenching as I try my hardest to stay standing. One tiny slip, and I’ll drop from the box and break my shoulders.
The laughter coming from all around me has me wishing I could snap each neck! I don’t know how many are out there, but they take turns hurting me, humiliating me.
The King nor Lyric have been down here. No member of the Royal Family has. My mate hasn’t come to see me, and I thought he would, even if it was to reject me. I thought he’d have questions, but I guess not.
“She’s hot.” A man mumbles in my ear. “Even with all the cuts and welts.” He slides his hands around my body, slides a knife into my bra straps, cutting them away, and I sob behind the gag. He then grabs my naked breasts in his big hands. I try yanking away from him. “Hush.” He mocks.
A frustrated scream rips from my throat, and tears fall from my eyes. I can take physical pain, but being s.exually as.saulted, I can’t bear it. These men enjoy touching me s.exually. Because I fought back the first time and injured one of their men, they hooked me up like this. I have endured unwanted hands on me ever since.
“Her t.its are so soft.”
“You shouldn’t be playing with the traitor like that. She tried to kill our King.”
“Who cares, Johnny? Everybody has been having fun with her for days. This Witch is nothing! She deserves everything she gets. Plus, our Queen has ordered the bi.tches execution for tomorrow. Why shouldn’t we have a little fun before then? It’s not like she can tell anyone, and who would believe her if she did?”
I am to be executed tomorrow. At least I’ll be put out of my misery. But I have to tell Lyric the truth before she takes my life. I need to warn her about what Astro has planned, and I have to tell her the reason I killed her mate. I need Lyric to know everything.
But how will I do that?
How can I make Lyric listen?
I scream again behind the gag when someone else’s hand grabs my right leg and wraps it around their waist.
“Don’t worry; this will only hurt a lot.” He laughs loudly, and my body and mind fill with despair.
“Is she wet?” The man behind me asks his rapist friend, who now has his hand inside my panties, touching me in a way no man ever has before.
“No. But what does that matter?”
“It doesn’t. So, how are we doing this? One at a time? Or both together?”
Why is this happening to me?
My body fills with disgust, and I hate that I’m in no position to stop them. However, it doesn’t deter me from using my legs to crush the ba.stards waist.
He hisses and grabs the back of my head with one hand and my throat with the other. He pulls me closer and chuckles in my ear. “Do your worse, baby girl; I like the fight. I think we’ll take you in the same hole at the same time.”
No!
I scream behind the gag, my body twisting and my head shaking from side to side. I want to die already!
I hear the unbuckling of belts and feel my panties being moved to the side. This is how I’ll lose the virginity I have kept intact for two hundred years to two rapist guards of the Lycan King right before I’m put to death.
Haven’t I been tortured enough?
As the man in front lines his pe.nis with my opening, a colossal howl rents the air, shaking the room and my body. The guards are ripped away from me, and I smell blood in the air.
As I begin to lose consciousness, someone unhooks me, throws a blanket over me, and lifts me in their arms. Maybe I’m already dead, and this is me joining the afterlife.
Perhaps I’m finally dead because there is no coming back without the gift I bestowed upon Lyric and now...her mate.