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chuckled, mocking her. “Such a vicious little thing.”
Milagra took a step back. The unsolicited violence of her wolf surged to life, wanting to rip the creature’s throat out. A primordial growl overwhelmed her mind and resonated through her body as her beast grew agitated and afraid. Suddenly, Milagra regretted not running when she’d had the chance.
“I am King Saeran of the Sidhe, I owe no one tribute.” “This is the Outer Realm, Milord. No longer part of your kingdom. You’ve made sure of that. Coming and going from my territory, you’ve abused my hospitality for much too long without tribute,” the creature roared. “I’ll take what’s owed me now.”
Milagra’s heart thundered against her chest. Her fingers tightened around the handle of her sword, waiting for the fight to begin.
Quicker than Milagra could move, the thing reached out and grasped her arm. Yanking her flat against its long, hard form, Milagra struggled but the creature towered over her. Its arms were as big as she was and wrapped around her until it was hard to breathe. It was too strong, too big. Milagra couldn’t stop her body from quaking as hopelessness swept over her, making her knees weak and her heart ache to the point of actual pain. Suddenly, she felt defeated and desperate. The emotions sank into her and covered her entire being like a shroud, dragging her down until the hope of escape vanished.
Large, thick fingers the size of her arm gripped her tight around her bicep, nails protruded from the tips as sharp as talons. Her bones crunched beneath the monster’s hold as her joints ground together from the pressure. The beast within her whined through her mind, whimpering against the pain as the broadsword was forced from her small hands. The clank of metal as the sword smacked against the hard, cold ground at her feet echoed through the trees.
“Likho!”
“The little one is mine. I’ll enjoy breaking her,” the creature spat, running a hand down the front of Milagra’s body. The creature clung to her, pressing her so tight against its own body that even her quaking ceased from sheer force. “One day, this precious face will reap my revenge,” the creature snarled as hot drool dripped from its mouth, soaking into Milagra’s hair and cloak.
Her heart pounded in her ears as something foreign crept into her thoughts, forcing her beast back into the recesses of her mind and body. Fear sizzled through her and she reached out, grasping for Saeran in desperation. If she could get to him, the sinking invasion of her mind would end.
Likho smelled of wet fur and death, laced with the pungent stench of sulfur. Instinct boomed inside her mind to run, the beast wanted to seek safety and shelter. She should have run, if she could move. Tears stung her eyes as his scent overwhelmed her nostrils and turned her stomach.
“Such an easy fear to manipulate deep in her deliciously rich mind,” Likho cooed.
She could hear the pleasure dripping from his words. The same unknown force slithered through her mind and squeezed until she wanted to scream out with the pain. Her knees grew weak as fear pulsed through her limbs, a creeping darkness that consumed her.
Her eyes filled with pitch-blackness as her heart raced and she clutched for anything beyond the overwhelming, all-consuming dark. She screamed as the darkness surrounding her grew weighty and into something solid, forcing her down until her knees slammed into the hard ground. But still it came, rushing over her, eating her up until there was nothing left but gloom.
“Likho!” Saeran called.
For a brief moment, she was able to focus on the melodic and familiar tones of Saeran’s voice as he spoke.
“I command you to release her.”
“You command nothing here,” the monster behind her chuckled. She felt its hot breath on her head and neck as its razor-sharp fingernails dug into her shoulder, forcing her to stay on her knees. “This is only a taste of what you will
Milagra took a step back. The unsolicited violence of her wolf surged to life, wanting to rip the creature’s throat out. A primordial growl overwhelmed her mind and resonated through her body as her beast grew agitated and afraid. Suddenly, Milagra regretted not running when she’d had the chance.
“I am King Saeran of the Sidhe, I owe no one tribute.” “This is the Outer Realm, Milord. No longer part of your kingdom. You’ve made sure of that. Coming and going from my territory, you’ve abused my hospitality for much too long without tribute,” the creature roared. “I’ll take what’s owed me now.”
Milagra’s heart thundered against her chest. Her fingers tightened around the handle of her sword, waiting for the fight to begin.
Quicker than Milagra could move, the thing reached out and grasped her arm. Yanking her flat against its long, hard form, Milagra struggled but the creature towered over her. Its arms were as big as she was and wrapped around her until it was hard to breathe. It was too strong, too big. Milagra couldn’t stop her body from quaking as hopelessness swept over her, making her knees weak and her heart ache to the point of actual pain. Suddenly, she felt defeated and desperate. The emotions sank into her and covered her entire being like a shroud, dragging her down until the hope of escape vanished.
Large, thick fingers the size of her arm gripped her tight around her bicep, nails protruded from the tips as sharp as talons. Her bones crunched beneath the monster’s hold as her joints ground together from the pressure. The beast within her whined through her mind, whimpering against the pain as the broadsword was forced from her small hands. The clank of metal as the sword smacked against the hard, cold ground at her feet echoed through the trees.
“Likho!”
“The little one is mine. I’ll enjoy breaking her,” the creature spat, running a hand down the front of Milagra’s body. The creature clung to her, pressing her so tight against its own body that even her quaking ceased from sheer force. “One day, this precious face will reap my revenge,” the creature snarled as hot drool dripped from its mouth, soaking into Milagra’s hair and cloak.
Her heart pounded in her ears as something foreign crept into her thoughts, forcing her beast back into the recesses of her mind and body. Fear sizzled through her and she reached out, grasping for Saeran in desperation. If she could get to him, the sinking invasion of her mind would end.
Likho smelled of wet fur and death, laced with the pungent stench of sulfur. Instinct boomed inside her mind to run, the beast wanted to seek safety and shelter. She should have run, if she could move. Tears stung her eyes as his scent overwhelmed her nostrils and turned her stomach.
“Such an easy fear to manipulate deep in her deliciously rich mind,” Likho cooed.
She could hear the pleasure dripping from his words. The same unknown force slithered through her mind and squeezed until she wanted to scream out with the pain. Her knees grew weak as fear pulsed through her limbs, a creeping darkness that consumed her.
Her eyes filled with pitch-blackness as her heart raced and she clutched for anything beyond the overwhelming, all-consuming dark. She screamed as the darkness surrounding her grew weighty and into something solid, forcing her down until her knees slammed into the hard ground. But still it came, rushing over her, eating her up until there was nothing left but gloom.
“Likho!” Saeran called.
For a brief moment, she was able to focus on the melodic and familiar tones of Saeran’s voice as he spoke.
“I command you to release her.”
“You command nothing here,” the monster behind her chuckled. She felt its hot breath on her head and neck as its razor-sharp fingernails dug into her shoulder, forcing her to stay on her knees. “This is only a taste of what you will
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