Chapter 166


    Alora’s POV


    Agony wracked my body as the drugs burned through my system, they spread a spell in my blood


    stream as they made their way through me, this was the first thing 1 became aware of as I regained


    consciousness. I concentrated on what the drugs were and the spell they brought were doing to my


    body. The drugs paralyzed me initially, and knocked me unconscious, preventing my natural ability


    to block the spells theyid down after.


    With the spells I felt chains wrapping around Selena and Xena. They were no where near as strong


    as the ones that had trapped them originally. If I had my strength we could have easily broken them,


    but that was why the drugs, the magic left behind carried the feel of ck magic. Knowing this


    allowed me to guess at who my


    capture was.


    I became aware of the cold stone my back was against, and the chains wrapped around my arms


    holding my body up, and cuffs around my ankles. I seemed to be hanging from the chains wrapped


    around my arms, so I knew I was against a wall. I probably wouldn’t be staying against this wall for


    long after I was awake,


    1 especially if my capturer was who I thought she was.


    The drugs kept my body limp, and I kept my breathing deep and calm, as if still unconscious. I was


    able to analyze the content of the drugs as they finishedying down their spell. I felt it the moment


    my limbs were no longer paralyzed by the drugs, but I might as well have been a human child with


    the weakness they left behind.


    If they used the same form again it wouldn’t work, but the damage was already done. I was more


    grateful now then ever before that I had set up the safe guards


    that I had. It might be awhile before I could get myself out, but I would.


    I tried to break through the spell keeping me from my mate, but it was no use, I was too weak at the


    moment, and my magic was blocked as well, I couldn’t even draw from the rings, that was when I


    realized they were no longer on my fingers.


    Those rings had so much power stored in them, they would be dangerous in the hand of anyone


    with ill intent. Then I remembered that only a blood rtion would


    be able to use them, that didn’t make me feel much better. The only constion was Sarah wouldn’t


    be able to use the power in them against me.


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    Luckily the spell meant to keep me frommunicating with my other selves was unable to actually


    do so. It was the only one of the spells we were able to avoid, because we already had a defense


    against this spell. It had the sameponents to the one ced on us at infancy. I was able to take


    my self to our space, they were not able to separate it, no one could, not now that it’s already


    melded together once.


    Selena was still in a meditative pose, the spherical balls of power representing our pups still in front


    of her. But now there were ck chainsing from the ground to wrap around her, holding her in


    ce. Xena had a thick chunky ck metal cor, and multiple chains came from the ground,


    connecting to the cor, holding her in ce.


    We were well and truly trapped here for the moment. I looked at the floating spheres of power in


    front to Selena, just staring at them, absorbing the importance of their lives. A determination started


    to solidify, bing something unbreakable.


    I looked up and met both Selena and Xena’s gazes. I saw the same determination zing out of


    their eyes, felt it in ourbined emotions. We will do everything within our power to make sure our


    pups survived.


    I was yanked out of my space by an ice cold ssh of water, my eyes were still closed when I heard


    what sounded like a metal pail m onto the ground. After the sound came a hard p to my face


    then the furiously growled words.


    “Wake up whore! It’s been three days and I’m tired of waiting! When I didn’t immediately respond


    another p came, this time to my other cheek. “Wake up you


    slut!”


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    I lift my head and re at her, I immediately focus on the chain around her neck, she’s wearing my


    rings on a ne around her neck. If my hand were free I’d rip


    them from her throat.


    Seeing that I was iring at her infuriated her more, so she pped me again, I felt my lip split and


    blood started to drip down my chin. I snarled at her, and tried to jerk forward, but the chains kept me


    against the wall.


    She s’aps me again. “Bitch who do you think you are!” another p. “Your nothing!” p. “Trash!”


    p. “Nothing but a whorel p. “You deserve everything I’m going to do to yout’ stay, p, p


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    Finally she steps back, breathing heavy, a look of insanity and a sick fervor in her eyes. She actually


    seemed to get a high out of torturing people, I truly believed she was addicted to it. (1)


    She reaches forward and trys to get the ne off me, but the spell I ced on it made it


    impossible for her to even touch it. Only two people could remove this ne, myself, and


    Damien. No one would ever take it from me again.


    Why I didn’t ce one on the rings I don’t know. As soon as the rings where back, I would put them


    on my thumbs this time instead of my middle fingers, and ce a spell on them. They would


    be like a second skin, if that skin was made up of metal.


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    After trying to grab my ne and failing, Sarah became more enraged. She started to p me


    repeatedly, again and again. Her face became twisted with her rage, made frighteningly grotesque


    and she started screaming at me, her shrieked words blended together bing indiscernible. The


    words of an obviously amused male came to us, making Sarah pause in her tirade and


    bombardment of ps.


    “I don’t think she can answer you while her face is being pped over and over again. I peak out


    through my braids, which were loose around my shoulders, in the direction of that voice.


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    The male was standing by the door to this ce, looking around a bit I see that I’m in arge cell,


    with cement walls and ceiling. Looking across from me, I could make out three cells, assuming this


    side was the same, that would mean this ce had a total of six cells.


    I was in the cell closest to the door, any light came from either the long florescent lights in the


    hallway separating the two sides, or the small thickly barred windows in each cell. My chains were


    attached to some kind of hook and pulley system installed in the cement ceiling, meaning I could be


    up against the wall like I currently was, or they could hang me in the center of the cell.


    Looking back at the male standing in front of a very thick metal door, I could see he was tall and


    well built. A foul stench surrounded him, the amused smile on his face was cruel, and an evil glint


    was in his eyes. This male was a Warlock, if not for his inherent evil, he could have been


    handsome, but I could see the twisted sickness inside permeating outward.


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    This man was a psycho, and he was getting off on Sarah’s insanity and my pain. There would be no


    rescueing from this male, not that I really had that hope in the first ce. His eyes traveled


    over my body, from head to toe, I couldn’t help but shiver in revulsion.


    When his gazended on my face, the cruel and amused smile stretched wider, this male wasn’t


    just a psycho, he was a sadist, one worse than even Sarah. I made sure nothing I was feeling


    appeared on my face, and I kept my re cold and arrogant.


    This only seemed to intrigue him more, if he were Sarah, seeing this look on my face would have


    sent him into a rage. Unfortunately, this was not Sarah, and seeing this look only made him more


    interested in me. Well that wasn’t good, not good at all.


    He was wearing all ck, ck jeans, ck sneakers, ck t-shirt, and a ck floor length trench


    coat. His waist length hair was ck, and his eyes were inky ck


    pools. The only thing about him not ck, was his milk white skin and teeth.


    With his hands in his pockets, the psycho walks towards me, going through the cell door Sarah had


    left open when she came in here. His boots thumped against the floor as he walked forward. He


    ignored Sarah when he went past her.


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    The smile on his face creeped me out, it filled me with feelings of revulsion and trepidation. When


    he was standing in front of me, he takes one hand out of his


    pocket. He had sharp rounded ck nails, they looked more like ws then nails.


    He slowly lifted his newly freed hand and pinched my chin, lifting my face up. My re met his inky


    ck gaze, and I shivered in fear at what I saw. Then with his grin widening on his face he starts to


    speak.


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    “Ah now I see it…that’s the reaction I was looking for…you know what I want.” then he leans down,


    his lips near my ear, my stomach started to churn with nausea at


    how close to me he was.


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    “I’m going to fuck you with your blood running down your body, I’m going to fuck you till you lose the


    brat your pregnant with, then I’ll fuck you pregnant with my


    own. I could hear excitement in his voice.


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    I was now trying to keep myself from outwardly showing just how terrified I was. I was also trying to


    stop my very urgent need to puke, what little I had left in my stomach after being knocked out for


    three days. Goddess I wished I could at least reach Damien, but I couldn’t so I had to be strong.


    Even faced with what this sadist


    wanted to do to me.