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Frustration boils over in an instant—I shove him hard enough to make him stumble back slightly on his heels. My heart races at the thrill of defiance that floods through me.
“I don’t need you!” I spit out before turning on my heel and storming out of the blood-streaked room.
As I push through the heavy door, slamming it shut behind me with a resounding crash that echoes down the corridor, I hear Azrael call after me—a low rumble lost amidst my fury.
But what do I care? For too long I've been nothing but a pawn in their game—a human slave treated like dirt beneath their boots! Now here I stand with newfound strength coursing through my veins; they’ll soon learn not to underestimate me.
With each step away from that room filled with tension and conflict, adrenaline pulses within me—fueled by anger but also something deeper… something darker awakening inside that whispers sweet promises of power and vengeance.
I stride down dimly lit corridors lined with rough stone walls echoing every footfall as shadows cling tightly to corners; they seem alive as if they share in my growing fury and ambition.
19
KARA
Istorm down the corridor, my heart pounding with rage. How dare Azrael question me? Didn’t he say I had power? Didn’t he see how easily I manipulated that dark elf?
The walls seem to close in around me, but I refuse to let them suffocate my resolve. I step into a shadowed alcove, breathing deeply to steady myself. This is my moment, and no one—especially not Azrael—can take it from me.
As I turn a corner, a dark elf saunters past, arrogance practically radiating from him. My pulse quickens at the sight; I feel that familiar surge of energy bubbling up inside me, hungry for release. It’s intoxicating.
“Hey!” I call out, my voice low and sultry. He pauses mid-stride, turning his head slowly toward me with a look of curiosity mixed with annoyance.
“Move along,” he scoffs.
A wicked smile curls my lips as the power pulses through my veins. “Jump from that wall,” I command, letting the darkness within me spill into my voice. It wraps around him like a vice, binding his will to mine.
His eyes widen briefly before blankness takes over. “Yes,” he replies simply.
I watch in fascination as he steps back and positions himself at the edge of the barracks wall—a drop high enough to break bones. The thrill races through me like fire as anticipation builds.
“Do it,” I urge, reveling in this control over him. He leaps without hesitation, his body soaring through the air as if gravity has no claim on him.
Time seems to slow as he falls, arms flailing like a puppet severed from its strings. My heart races with exhilaration; this rush is unlike anything I've ever felt before—the absolute certainty of having someone at my mercy.
There’s a sickening crunch as he hits the ground below, echoing off the stone walls and making me shiver with delight.
I stand there for a moment, watching him crumple to the ground like discarded refuse—utterly powerless beneath my command.
At least I have this power; it's mine to wield as I please! The satisfaction swells within me; it’s intoxicating and addicting. No more will I cower in fear or doubt myself because of Azrael's warnings or doubts about what I'm capable of.
I can feel my confidence soaring alongside this new hunger for domination. Each heartbeat resonates with potential—dark magic thrumming beneath my skin, begging for more freedom to be unleashed upon this world of cruel dark elves who have held me captive for far too long.
I stride through the dimly lit corridors, my confidence swelling with every step. The flickering torchlight dances along the stone walls, casting shadows that seem to quiver in anticipation of what’s to come. Each heartbeat echoes like a war drum in my ears, driving me forward, igniting the fire within.
As I turn a corner, I spot Joy, a fellow slave I’ve known for years. Her sunken cheeks and weary eyes tell a tale of suffering that mirrors my own. I pull her aside, urgency fueling my movements.
“Joy,” I say, lowering my voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “We’re getting out of here soon.”
Her eyes widen in shock, fear flickering across her face like a candle about to snuff out. “How?” she whispers back, glancing nervously over her shoulder as if the dark elves might appear at any moment.
A smirk plays on my lips as I lean closer, letting my fingers brush against her cheek gently. It’s a bold move—a reminder that I am no longer just another nameless slave. “I have power now,” I declare, letting the words hang between us like a promise. “Real power. And I’m going to use it to destroy every last one of them.”
Joy blinks at me, uncertainty etched on her features. “You… you really think we can do this?” she stammers, her voice trembling.
I tighten my grip on her arm—firm but reassuring. “Trust me,” I purr, allowing a hint of seduction into my tone. “They won’t know what hit them.”
The conviction in my words starts to seep into her; I can see it flicker in her eyes—a spark of hope struggling against the weight of despair.
