the way the others in the room had acted.
Good God, he thought I was going to let him mate with me. There was no way I was going to let that happen, not to bring about one of his half-breed freaks. If Kristoff succeeded with his plan I’d belong to him forever. I couldn’t let that happen, I couldn’t betray my grandfather’s memory like that. I didn’t care if my refusal meant I would have to die. I would rather die on my back than live on my knees in supplication to a monster.
I tugged harder on the chains, as if sheer will power would make them break. Tears slipped from my eyes as my wrists began to bleed from the struggle. I felt the blood begin to seep from my wrists and trail down my arms. Hopelessness filled my heart until it was all I could feel, there was nothing else left. It blocked out everything, even my deep hatred for Kristoff.
“Shh. Be still. This will all be over soon and you shall fulfill your destiny.”
I parted my lips to answer him but his hand clamped over my mouth effectively cutting off any retort. Just the touch of his skin to mine had me wanting to fight him harder. Chained like this there was only one option left open to me. I didn’t even bother to consider the consequences; I just bit down on his hand for all I was worth. Not letting go till I drew blood. I gagged. Yuck, his blood tasted bitter like stale pennies.
Kristoff hissed, his red eyes flashing black. "You’ll pay for that, dear.”
“Whatever. Can’t be any worse than this.” I shook my manacled hands for emphasis.
One thing about me, when I’m pissed I don’t think. I just say or do whatever comes to mind. Sometimes it worked to my advantage. Sometimes I got into a lot of trouble for it. I could see it in his eyes that this time I would pay the price for my rash actions.
He loomed over me. “I can assure you it will be.”
Forgetting that Sabine was in attendance I bit back. “Screw you.”
Kristoff leaned forward and spoke right against my ear. “So eager. I like that.”
I was about to tell him exactly what I thought. As a matter of fact why not? In for a penny in for a pound. “Why don’t you be a good little demon, practice safe sex and go f…?”
But his hand was over my mouth once more stopping me, this time smearing his blood over my lips and cheek. Fear gripped my heart as I tried to remember if his blood could turn me into a demon. But try as I might nothing about demon spawn would come to mind. I wanted to throw up from the stress of the whole damn situation.
“Enough! Priest.” Kristoff pulled his hand away from my mouth and turned to his henchman, “It’s time. Begin the ritual.”
Chapter 15:
I watched as Priest came closer to the altar. Kristoff moving off to the side, yet still close enough to keep an eye on me. I guess he didn’t trust me to behave after all. Well, I was too damned scared to even move now, so he had nothing to worry about.
Priest had a jeweled dagger in one hand, a silver cup in the other. Was he planning on a virgin sacrifice, because he was definitely barking up the wrong tree on that one. At that I felt a fleeting regret that I hadn’t experienced more of life. That, all my grandfather had died for was a wasted life, sacrificed to save a child that might die anyway.
“You might want to try someone else for a virgin sacrifice.”
Priest placed the objects on the alter beside me. “This is no sacrifice. It’s a bonding ceremony.”
Crap, they were serious all along. I had held out hope that he was only trying to scare me. I eyed Kristoff and he just smiled down at me. Like I was a blushing bride and he was a happy groom. Well, I would show him just what kind of a match we made. A match made in hell. Oh wait, that was exactly what we were. Or at least what we would be if I didn’t stop this ceremony from taking place.
If Priest bound me to Kristoff I would be marked forever. There would be no where I could hide from him. He would know everything about
Good God, he thought I was going to let him mate with me. There was no way I was going to let that happen, not to bring about one of his half-breed freaks. If Kristoff succeeded with his plan I’d belong to him forever. I couldn’t let that happen, I couldn’t betray my grandfather’s memory like that. I didn’t care if my refusal meant I would have to die. I would rather die on my back than live on my knees in supplication to a monster.
I tugged harder on the chains, as if sheer will power would make them break. Tears slipped from my eyes as my wrists began to bleed from the struggle. I felt the blood begin to seep from my wrists and trail down my arms. Hopelessness filled my heart until it was all I could feel, there was nothing else left. It blocked out everything, even my deep hatred for Kristoff.
“Shh. Be still. This will all be over soon and you shall fulfill your destiny.”
I parted my lips to answer him but his hand clamped over my mouth effectively cutting off any retort. Just the touch of his skin to mine had me wanting to fight him harder. Chained like this there was only one option left open to me. I didn’t even bother to consider the consequences; I just bit down on his hand for all I was worth. Not letting go till I drew blood. I gagged. Yuck, his blood tasted bitter like stale pennies.
Kristoff hissed, his red eyes flashing black. "You’ll pay for that, dear.”
“Whatever. Can’t be any worse than this.” I shook my manacled hands for emphasis.
One thing about me, when I’m pissed I don’t think. I just say or do whatever comes to mind. Sometimes it worked to my advantage. Sometimes I got into a lot of trouble for it. I could see it in his eyes that this time I would pay the price for my rash actions.
He loomed over me. “I can assure you it will be.”
Forgetting that Sabine was in attendance I bit back. “Screw you.”
Kristoff leaned forward and spoke right against my ear. “So eager. I like that.”
I was about to tell him exactly what I thought. As a matter of fact why not? In for a penny in for a pound. “Why don’t you be a good little demon, practice safe sex and go f…?”
But his hand was over my mouth once more stopping me, this time smearing his blood over my lips and cheek. Fear gripped my heart as I tried to remember if his blood could turn me into a demon. But try as I might nothing about demon spawn would come to mind. I wanted to throw up from the stress of the whole damn situation.
“Enough! Priest.” Kristoff pulled his hand away from my mouth and turned to his henchman, “It’s time. Begin the ritual.”
Chapter 15:
I watched as Priest came closer to the altar. Kristoff moving off to the side, yet still close enough to keep an eye on me. I guess he didn’t trust me to behave after all. Well, I was too damned scared to even move now, so he had nothing to worry about.
Priest had a jeweled dagger in one hand, a silver cup in the other. Was he planning on a virgin sacrifice, because he was definitely barking up the wrong tree on that one. At that I felt a fleeting regret that I hadn’t experienced more of life. That, all my grandfather had died for was a wasted life, sacrificed to save a child that might die anyway.
“You might want to try someone else for a virgin sacrifice.”
Priest placed the objects on the alter beside me. “This is no sacrifice. It’s a bonding ceremony.”
Crap, they were serious all along. I had held out hope that he was only trying to scare me. I eyed Kristoff and he just smiled down at me. Like I was a blushing bride and he was a happy groom. Well, I would show him just what kind of a match we made. A match made in hell. Oh wait, that was exactly what we were. Or at least what we would be if I didn’t stop this ceremony from taking place.
If Priest bound me to Kristoff I would be marked forever. There would be no where I could hide from him. He would know everything about
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