Willow’s eyes snapped open. She sucked in a breath, feeling scratchiness in her throat. Oh god! She was the one screaming! She was screaming right along with the Banshee, and she didn’t even realize it! The Banshee drowned out any other sound in the area. What had she done?
The bushes parted seconds later and Willow was staring up into the faces of two angry trolls. Willow thought she heard someone telling her to run, but it was too late! The trolls reached out and grabbed her by the hair and harshly drug her out of the bush, her arms getting scratched in the process. Willow wrenched her body fiercely and screamed bloody murder, but it was no use! Their large hands only tightened the hold on her body.
S he screamed the names of her friends in her struggles, but she couldn’t see anything, couldn’t even look around the thick bodies that held her and squeezed her so tight she couldn’t breathe. A spell! Disarm them! She quickly tried charging her magic to put these trolls in their place, but then something struck her right in the middle of her head. Lights exploded into her vision. Pale green was the last thing she saw before she lost consciousness.
Chapter 8
Deep Trouble
Sometime later, a soft voice hissed in Willow’s ear. “Die, Willow Rose. Your desssstiny is to die. Come to meeee.” She snapped awake. A vicious headache pounded in her head as she attempted to gain her bearings. She hadn’t heard Hekate’s voice in her head for a while, but it seemed like every time she slept it occurred. A bolt of fear raced down her spine. Where was she? When her eyes finally focused, she was standing chained to a wall with large spikes behind her digging into her skin from the back of her head all the way down to her ankles. It was painful and uncomfortable, the chains were tight against her, holding her immobile to the spikes, but it wasn’t enough to make her bleed.
Soft moaning noises came from beside her. Turning her head slowly, (because the spikes pierced her deeper when she moved), she saw that both Declan and Chase were next to her, only, they were in a much worse state. Both boys were bleeding profusely from the large puncture wounds the spikes inflicted on them. Blood dripped down from their heads, covering their faces with streaks of red. It was fresh blood, and lots of it.
“Declan,” Willow called to him tenderly. Declan’s eyes were shut tight and it nearly killed her when she saw tears dripping down his face, mixing in with the blood. “Declan, I’m here.” No response.
“Heal…heal…healer,” Chase managed to breath out from her right. Willow turned her head and saw that Chase seemed to be doing slightly better than Declan since Werewolves had the ability to heal quickly-not as fast as Willow did, though. Every time a spike tried to dig into her skin to draw blood, her body rejected it, pushed it back, and the tingling sensation that came with her healing was now coursing at full strength throughout her entire being.
“Chase…where are we? What happened?” Willow asked looking in front of her. It wa s dark and damp, a musty smell was hanging thick in the air. It almost felt like they were in a dank basement. The glint of torture weapons hung from the ceiling and caught the faint light coming from the crack of a large door in front of her. The weapons were jagged and menacing-looking.
“Pa—pu— ba” Chase started to say, but then closed his eyes and gritted out a painful noise through his teeth.
“Pa, what?” Willow asked.
Loud, but muffled music broke out from above her head. There were hearty laughs, stomping of heavy feet and the scrapping of chairs on a wooden floor overhead. What was going on? Where we they? As the music continued to play, a distinct voice started chanting to what sounded like a very creepy tavern song. Soon, a bunch of other voices joined in unison singing.
The worms of the Earth will eat you alive.
Cr awl under your skin and suck out your
The bushes parted seconds later and Willow was staring up into the faces of two angry trolls. Willow thought she heard someone telling her to run, but it was too late! The trolls reached out and grabbed her by the hair and harshly drug her out of the bush, her arms getting scratched in the process. Willow wrenched her body fiercely and screamed bloody murder, but it was no use! Their large hands only tightened the hold on her body.
S he screamed the names of her friends in her struggles, but she couldn’t see anything, couldn’t even look around the thick bodies that held her and squeezed her so tight she couldn’t breathe. A spell! Disarm them! She quickly tried charging her magic to put these trolls in their place, but then something struck her right in the middle of her head. Lights exploded into her vision. Pale green was the last thing she saw before she lost consciousness.
Chapter 8
Deep Trouble
Sometime later, a soft voice hissed in Willow’s ear. “Die, Willow Rose. Your desssstiny is to die. Come to meeee.” She snapped awake. A vicious headache pounded in her head as she attempted to gain her bearings. She hadn’t heard Hekate’s voice in her head for a while, but it seemed like every time she slept it occurred. A bolt of fear raced down her spine. Where was she? When her eyes finally focused, she was standing chained to a wall with large spikes behind her digging into her skin from the back of her head all the way down to her ankles. It was painful and uncomfortable, the chains were tight against her, holding her immobile to the spikes, but it wasn’t enough to make her bleed.
Soft moaning noises came from beside her. Turning her head slowly, (because the spikes pierced her deeper when she moved), she saw that both Declan and Chase were next to her, only, they were in a much worse state. Both boys were bleeding profusely from the large puncture wounds the spikes inflicted on them. Blood dripped down from their heads, covering their faces with streaks of red. It was fresh blood, and lots of it.
“Declan,” Willow called to him tenderly. Declan’s eyes were shut tight and it nearly killed her when she saw tears dripping down his face, mixing in with the blood. “Declan, I’m here.” No response.
“Heal…heal…healer,” Chase managed to breath out from her right. Willow turned her head and saw that Chase seemed to be doing slightly better than Declan since Werewolves had the ability to heal quickly-not as fast as Willow did, though. Every time a spike tried to dig into her skin to draw blood, her body rejected it, pushed it back, and the tingling sensation that came with her healing was now coursing at full strength throughout her entire being.
“Chase…where are we? What happened?” Willow asked looking in front of her. It wa s dark and damp, a musty smell was hanging thick in the air. It almost felt like they were in a dank basement. The glint of torture weapons hung from the ceiling and caught the faint light coming from the crack of a large door in front of her. The weapons were jagged and menacing-looking.
“Pa—pu— ba” Chase started to say, but then closed his eyes and gritted out a painful noise through his teeth.
“Pa, what?” Willow asked.
Loud, but muffled music broke out from above her head. There were hearty laughs, stomping of heavy feet and the scrapping of chairs on a wooden floor overhead. What was going on? Where we they? As the music continued to play, a distinct voice started chanting to what sounded like a very creepy tavern song. Soon, a bunch of other voices joined in unison singing.
The worms of the Earth will eat you alive.
Cr awl under your skin and suck out your
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