Page 19 of Jagged Souls
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“You are going to die in here, Micha,” the Boss of the Death Hunt purrs. I’m standing inside an old cafeteria with fourteen men facing me while he stands behind the closed door behind me. A small open window at the top of it allows him to talk freely.
“But first I’m going to breed you. You will be raped until your body is broken and torn, until your vagina is ripped to your ass, and you are down on your knees, begging me to forgive you for being a Shadow whore.”
“I will never beg,” I say as I scan for a weapon. But there is nothing in here except worn, grubby tables and benches too big for me to wield. Perhaps there is something behind the glass counter at the back, but I’ll never get there before the men grab me.
“Oh, you will.” He chuckles. “Maybe not today… Maybe not tomorrow or the week after. Maybe not even this year or the next…”
My blood runs cold at his promise of time. I try to tell myself Varius will save me before then, that he’ll burn the world down to get me back, but he can’t feel the blood bond. He has no idea where I am. Antonio brought me here via a teleportation circle. We could be anywhere in the world if his witch is good enough.
“Eventually,” Antonio says, “you’ll scream for me to kill you. But for now… I just want to hear you scream.”
On that signal, the men rush forward.
They move jerkily, their legs twisting at awkward angles. Their hips clicking in ways they are not supposed to. One moves almost sideways, his bent torso speaking of a spine that isn’t right. Isn’thuman.
They leap onto the tables and scramble towards me on their hands and knees, crawling and jumping from one table to the next. They move like spiders, like centipedes, like all the creepy crawlers I was terrified of as a kid.
Realizing they’ve been experimented on, treated like lab rats without mercy, I take a step back in horror.
They’re his own men… His own Family…
So what the hel is he going to do to me?
The one in front looks at me with the eyes of a sadist. They are nothing but dark-violet pits of promised pain, like heneedsto hurt something to stop his own agony. And the only thing he can hurt in this prison is me.
My heart jolts, but I don’t follow it. I stand my ground and curl my fists. I raise both my arms, ready to fight for my life as he barrels towards me.
Antonio’s laughter increases behind me, and my stomach churns, then hardens.
Then drops like a fucking stone.
Because I know why he’s laughing, and I’m trying not to let it infect me.
But the fourteen men in front of me aren’t justmen.
They’re werewolves.
And I’m nothing but a witch without magic, with zero hope of fighting them all off.
“You’ll want to take this,” Antonio says lightheartedly. A second later, a small vial of pink liquid flies past me, tossed through the window of the locked door behind me. I don’t turn my head to watch it. I don’t even glance at it with my eyes. And I sure as hel don’t move to catch it even though I know it will save me from so much pain because what he’s tossed me is a V, a succubus drug that’ll alter the size of my vagina so I can take their monster cocks without damage.
But fuck Antonio and his goals.
Fuck taking a potion that’ll allow me to be bred without dying – their werewolf cocks too big to fit without killing me.
He ate my baby in front of me, and I will die before I give him another to eat.
Not that he’ll let me die. Not today. Not before I’m bred.
I will merely be brutalized until I’m at death’s door. Their cocks will rip apart my vagina, their thrusts will bludgeon my organs, and their weight will snap my spine as they lie on top of me while their heavy hands break my arms and legs as they pin me down.
My life will fade from internal bleeding or maybe from choking. Then I’ll be healed, the potion will be forced down my throat, and I will be thrown back in here for round two.
I’m not naive enough to think my defiance will make any difference to being gang-raped, that I can change anything by fighting back, but fuck. Antonio. Up. His. Arrogant. Ass.
