Page 25 of His to Break
Kara looks up at me, her expression unreadable—there's no hint of fear or remorse on her face. “Azrael,” she breathes as if my presence is unexpected yet welcome.
“What have you told them?” My voice drips with anger and concern as I struggle against my captors’ hold.
The dark elves smirk at my fury but remain silent
“Do you think they’ll let you walk free once they’ve used you?” I demand sharply.
The slave straightens slightly—her determination shining through but tinged with an edge of stubbornness that sends alarm bells ringing in my mind.
“Shut up, demon!” the silver-haired elf snaps, his voice sharp as a blade. “None of this was happening until you arrived. Strange deaths and behaviors, rebellion. This is your fault.”
The accusation strikes like a hammer against my chest, igniting a blaze of fury within me. I can’t let them twist the narrative—Kara’s awakening is not my doing. I may be bound by this wretched contract, but I won’t let them turn me into a scapegoat.
Hagaruz steps forward, eyes glinting with malice. “You will answer for the chaos you’ve brought upon us.” His fingers twitch, and I feel it—the oppressive weight of the contractbinding me tighten around my chest like iron chains. Pain lances through my body, a sudden jolt that knocks the breath from my lungs.
I gasp, teeth grinding together as I struggle to remain standing. The dark elf revels in my suffering, pushing deeper into the magical bond between us. “Tell me everything you know,” he demands, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure.
My mind races as I fight against the pain. I can feel their probing eyes on me, waiting for any sign of weakness, any confession that could be twisted to serve their agenda. But there are truths that must remain buried—Kara’s powers are one of them. They’re too dangerous to reveal.
“No,” I manage to grit out through clenched teeth. My voice is hoarse but defiant.
Hagaruz’s smile widens as he increases the intensity of the magic flowing through our connection. The pain sharpens to a piercing agony, burning like fire in my veins. My knees buckle slightly; I force myself to stand tall despite it all.
“You think you can escape?” he taunts. “Break the contract?”
I won’t give in to his taunts; my loyalty to Kara runs deeper than they understand. She has power beyond their grasp—power that even she doesn’t yet comprehend.
“Stop!” Kara’s voice cuts through the haze of pain, fierce and demanding.
I cast a glance at her; her defiance lights something in me—a flicker of hope amidst this chaos. But Hagaruz isn’t finished with me yet.
“Speak!” he commands again, and I feel another wave of pain surging through me like molten lava threatening to consume everything in its path.
“Everything,” he insists through gritted teeth, leaning closer as if trying to unearth secrets from deep within me.
But I remain silent on what truly matters: her potential and our bond—a connection that cannot be severed by these chains or threats alone.
21
KARA
The cold stone floor bites into my skin, but the discomfort is nothing compared to the agony in my chest. I look up, eyes wide, and freeze at the sight before me. Azrael is chained to a post, his powerful frame trembling as blood trickles down his back from fresh wounds inflicted by a dark elf's whip. Each crack of the lash sends shockwaves through my body, twisting something deep within me.
“Stop!” I scream, my voice echoing through the chamber like a desperate prayer. But they just laugh, reveling in their cruelty as if my pain is nothing more than an amusing distraction.
My heart races; each groan that escapes Azrael’s lips feels like a dagger plunging deeper into my soul. A swell of rage erupts within me—fueled by helplessness and anger—but there’s something more: the incubus blood coursing through my veins ignites like wildfire, demanding release.
I close my eyes, squeezing them tight as I try to harness this new power pulsing beneath my skin. My breath quickens as I feel it building, coiling around me like a serpent ready to strike. I focus on the guards; their laughter fades into silence as they turn towards me, expressions blank and vacant.
“Kill each other,” I whisper, feeling the weight of those words hang heavy in the air.
The atmosphere shifts instantly. Their eyes glaze over with a strange obedience. In this moment, I am not merely a slave—I am a force to be reckoned with.
As if compelled by an unseen hand, they draw their weapons simultaneously. A twisted grin stretches across my lips as they lunge at one another with frenzied ferocity. The sound of steel meeting flesh fills the chamber—a cacophony of chaos that echoes back at me like music.
Blood sprays against the walls, painting grotesque patterns that blend with shadows dancing in flickering torchlight. The guards fight tooth and nail—each stab and slash bringing forth primal screams of betrayal and fury. It’s beautiful in its brutality; a storm unleashed by mere whispers.
“Let me go,” I command now, feeling emboldened by their carnage—their deaths invigorating me further.
