Page 74 of Venomous Lust
Pain shot through her arm as Gerkin bent it behind her back, straining it to the point of near fracture. Still, she didn’t stop. She reached with her free hand toward Gerkin’s arm, scratching at his tough skin without breaking it.
It was no use. She wasn’t getting away from him.
Gerkin dragged her through the barren land, hoisting her roughly over the dead stalks, jolting her along like a ragdoll. The other Eoks were escorting Khal in a more dignified but slower pace, surrounding him, their ionic guns lifted like he was a bomb about to blow up any second.
They were smart to do so.
But it made no difference for her. Soon, Gerkin had dragged her away from the dead field of the Medina Forest and into the Ilarian cloning facility. They passed few people on their way—just a handful of Ilarian guards, but no additional Eoks.
She didn’t know what that meant, but it was a good thing if not too many Eoks had followed Gerkin all the way to Muhar. Ilarian guards were cold and heartless, but for all their terrible efficiency in following orders, they were not nearly as skilled warriors as Eoks.
“I will kill you!” Hazel didn’t relent, screeching like a banshee, twisting around to bite any available area of flesh, but Gerkin’s hold was too tight and all she did was manage to hurt herself even more.
She didn’t care. She was past caring.
Gerkin laughed, then walked into a small, all white, windowless room. As the door closed on them, Gerkin lifted Hazel up, pushing her back against the wall. His left arm, broad and strong, pinned her upper chest in place. It was the left side, the one Khal had severed. Inescapable. Too-pale eyes met hers, full of perverse joy.
“You’re a hellcat, for sure.”
Gerkin’s right hand, his intact one, ran over her body, traveling from her waist up as he lowered his face. She knew he was going to kiss her before his mouth closed on hers.
Hazel bit down as hard as she could. Blood flowed in her mouth as Gerkin cried out in pain. He pulled away from her, wiping blood from his split lip, his eyes gleaming.
Glittering with a sick anticipation that promised as much pain as she could ever imagine. Much more pain than she could withstand.
“Just how I like them.” He spat on the immaculate white floor, the red stain like a promise of more to come. But the next time, she knew it would be her own blood. “The breaking is always the best part.”
The slap came, blinding her. Her ear was ringing so loudly, she barely heard Gerkin’s laugh as he threw her like a lifeless doll. Her teeth chattered as her back hit the opposite wall, her entire body slumping under the impact. Hazel fought the confusion of the impact as she twisted to keep Gerkin in her line of sight.
She had no hope of fighting him in hand to hand combat. He was Eok, a force of nature, all powerful.
Gerkin watched her as she backpedaled away from him, struggling to sit up. The white room was bare, completely devoid of any furniture or windows. As Hazel glanced around, a slithering dread filled her mind.
“What is Knut going to do with us?”
This was the question now, wasn’t it? They were done: Khal in chains, the Muharee murdered, and herself captive. Her only hope was that she could save Khal, Celaith and Zaxis.
Gerkin’s good hand went to his groin, his pants distended by a powerful erection. “You should really focus on whatI’mgoing to do withyou.”
No.
Hazel scrambled to her feet as Gerkin kept looking down at her, lust painted clearly on his face. He took a step forward, his hand closing and opening at his side convulsively, his mouth hanging slightly open, his eyes shining with sickness.
“I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed this quite so much,” Gerkin said, hovering above her, his hands going to the buckle of his belt, his intent crystal clear.
Terror raged through Hazel’s body in great waves of adrenaline and she lifted her fists, ready to fight no matter the odds. Then the door opened and a white-clad figure walked in, interrupting what Gerkin was about to do.
“I see you didn’t lose any time.” Knut’s purple eyes went to Gerkin, then descended pointedly to his erection. The distaste was obvious on his fine features as his mouth twisted downward. “But I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you. Hazel will not be yours to enjoy after all.”
“You promised me I would have her.”
Knut tsked at Gerkin, annoyance clear in his tone and face. He raised a dismissive hand to the Eok, his purple eyes trailing over Hazel.
“I promised you a female, Commander Gerkin, not this female.” Knut took a step closer, his gaze on Hazel full of cold, clinical assessment. “I have much better plans for this one.”
Knut approached Hazel, his movements confident, totally unimpressed by her raised fists. His hand shot out, fast and surprisingly strong. He grabbed her wrist, twisting her arm to the side. Pain shot through her limb and Hazel had no other choice but to follow Knut’s movement.
Her knees touched the ground, then an Ilarian guard came up behind her, grabbing a fistful of her hair to pull her head back. Knut peered down at her, his long, thin fingers closing around her chin. Insults flew from her mouth as she tried to free herself from his grasp, but she was helpless. The Ilarian was much stronger than her.
