Page 113 of Scars and Burns

My hands begin to glow. The distinctive white light from my magic fills the area.

Just as I am about to spread it in a shield of defense, I’m struck.

My head rattles and my vision blurs. Losing my bearings, I begin to fall backwards. But before I do, I’m being pulled forward.

No - my wrist are being bound.

But not by ropes or chains. This feels different. Stone or rock perhaps. It’s hard. I feel it scraping and cutting my skin.

I’m coming to my senses once again. Trying to fight back. Pullingmy wrist apart in an attempt to break free, but it’s no use.

My magic fails me as well.

Whatever substance that binds my wrist is restricting my magic. Hindering it. Forbidding me from grasping at this part of myself.

There’s more than one person on me now. But how many I can’t be sure. At least two. One to strike me on the back of the head and the other to bind my wrists together.

I try to run but my waist is being grabbed. Throwing me up against a wall. The breath is knocked from my lungs just slightly. It’s too dark in the dank hall to see anything clearly. I can barely even make out the shadows of my attackers.

Just as I am throwing up my leg to kick the attacker in front of me, it’s being grabbed. Pulling it out from under me. My back slams on the ground. My head hitting the wall in the process.

“Hold her down!” I hear someone shout. It’s a man, though it’s a voice I don’t recognize.

I squirm and wriggle with all my might but it’s no use. My arms are now being held above my head. I feel the weight of someone’s body on my hands, gripping my elbows. Then two more pairs of hands appear. Each one grabbing my ankles. Pulling them in opposite directions.

My legs are being pulled part, no matter how hard I try. I feel as though my hips are about to break.

I gnash and thrash out as much as I can. Knowing I will not go down without a fight. They grunt back, applying more pressure.

Then I hear the most awful sound. My dress begins to tear as I feel hands crawl up my legs. A wide body descending on top of mine.

No this can’t be happening. I can’t have the best orgasm of my life and be raped all in the same day!

A heavy body presses against mine.

How is this happening? I’ve trained for over a decade to ensure I would never be helpless again. My fighting abilities are unmatchedand yet I do not have my swords. My magic is unparalleled and yet I cannot wield it.

I feel a hot breath breeze past my ear. Lips, that aren’t Aeron’s, brushing against my skin. “You’ve always been a fighter.”

My mouth smashes shut. My body revolts at the voice. I know that voice. I hate that voice.

King Elio.

Why?

That is all I can think to ask myself.

Why now?

He has always hated me. Always seemed so repulsed by me. And now just when I am about to leave his castle. Free him from my presence. He reveals this dark desire.

“Shhh,” he whispers in my ear, “all the pieces are coming together.”

I hear my skirt rip even more. Tensing my body, still struggling to break free. I brace myself for the penetration about to come.

But then just as quick as he was on me he’s gone. I hear screams of terror around me.

My hands and ankles are released. Scrambling to a wall. I tug at the bindings on my wrist. Still too dark for me to see what it is.

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