Page 10 of Brutal Fae King
When I’m thrown into the dungeons the second time, I’m taken to an area that has no one else in it. No other prisoners around.
Perhaps this is his first attempt to “break me”—separate me from everyone else we could talk to…
I’ll admit it’s tough to be entirely alone down here. I’m left alone with my thoughts, or rather, my worries about Maribelle. Time begins to blend into nothingness as I pace back and forth, only the ache in my feet telling me I’ve been doing it for a few hours.
Before long, I start murmuring to myself—just to break the silence:
“Mari… I’m coming back. I don’t know how, but I am coming back for you. I promise.”
“How are you planning on doing that?” a teasing voice asks.
I shriek and spin on my heel. There’s a man in my cell. He doesn’t look like a guard—he’s not wearing any dark, thorny armor like the rest of them; he’s showing a little more skin incasual wear. He smiles at me, a crooked, sexy grin paired with his very dark eyes. His long, silver blonde hair is pulled back tight to his head, and his large insect wings rest wide. His arms are folded. He is so muscular…
“Who are you?!” I gasp.
He stands from where he’s leaning and starts striding toward me, that same attractive smile on his face.
“Irikon. You’re pretty,” he purrs once he’s close to me. “Who would have thought you’d be so beautiful?”
For a moment, I don’t know what to say. The man walks closer—close enough for me to feel the soft heat of his body on mine.
“I haven’t got a lot of time,” he purrs. “But you want to earn your freedom? You want to get home to your sister?”
He leans closer to me, and I feel his whispering breath against my ear.
“If you work with me, then you can earn your freedom,” he murmurs.
“W-what do you want me to do?”
He gives a low chuckle. He stepsjusta little closer, and I canjustabout feel his warm body touch mine.
“What Ineedyou to do, I’ll let you know when the time comes,” he purrs. “What Iwantfrom you, though…”
His deep, throaty tones whisper into my ear. I shiver.
Then, there’s acrashnearby, and my head whips around. It’s the prison warden, carrying a bowl of something like gruel in his hand.
“Dinner!” the guard barks.
I look around. The man I was with has disappeared. There’s no change in my cell at all, like he was never here.
Well… except perhaps a small crater in the ground. But that could have always been there, right?
Chapter 4 - Vicmar
She clearly knows more than she is willing to say.
Of course. The fated usurper would be crafty. She would know to keep her cards close to her chest. It will take a lot more than I am used to in order to get that information from her, I’m sure. Torture is often not very effective in getting information out of people, I find; they will say almost anything to stop the pain before long, so I need to do something else.
Something more psychological would do better.
I pace back and forth in my war room as I think.
Well,I at least have her in my grasp. That’s better than her being loose in Faevea…
There is much I could do. She is a pitiful peasant woman after all—surely it won’t take much to break her now she’s mine.
There is a gentle knock on my door.
