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Story: Black Shadows
Drew takes the bottle from him and holds it to my lips for me. Slowly, I let the cold water slide down my throat. When Drew thinks I have had enough, he pulls it back.
“Are you okay, Raelyn?” he asks softly.
My eyes meet his, and then I look up to find the rest of the men circling around me. A pit in my stomach starts to form, but I don’t know why.
“That broody one right there is Tristan.” He points to the man who is watching me like a hawk. His eyes lock onto me. The man from the bar… Tristan. “He rescued you last night from the bar. Do you remember what happened?”
Frowning, I shake my head. I just know that I was there, I was with Ronnie, and then I woke up here. “I… I was with my friend,” I whisper. My eyes stare at a spot on the wall as my brain tries to fill in the missing pieces.
“Someone put something in your drink.” His voice breaks me from my staring contest with the wall. Tristan narrows his eyes as I see him clench his jaw.
It’s then that I suddenly start to feel hot, and like I can’t breathe. My hand flies to my heart, which is racing like crazy. I jump from Drew’s lap and start to slowly walk backward away from the eyes.
All the eyes.
“She’s a pretty one.” Dark eyes behind the skull mask stare into me.
I struggle against the restraints holding me down. “Let me go, fucker!”
“Oh, she’s got a mouth on her,” another low rumbling voice says behind a mask.
“We can fix that.”
“Not too much. I want to hear her scream.”
A black ball of some sort is placed into my mouth, and a strap is buckled around my head. Did these mother fuckers just put a ball gag on me?
I scream through the gag, but I can’t form any words. I can feel the drool down the side of my face. With every ounce of strength I have, I try to pull against the restraints.
“Don’t fight it. This will be easier if you just let it happen. Bring out the initiates.”
Hands force me to my knees, and they hit the floor hard. I scream out in pain as tears well up in my eyes. Agony radiates through my body.
A hooded figure steps closer to me, but my eyes focus on the darkness ahead. My head is yanked back, and I close my eyes. A warm liquid drips on my face, and the smell of copper hits my nose.
With everything in me, I let out a blood-curdling scream over the gag.
“Raelyn!” A concerned voice brings me back to the present. “Raelyn, are you okay? Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe for me.” My eyes meet Dr. Nichols’ as he hovers over me.
“Is she okay?” I hear Drew’s voice behind him.
“Raelyn, you passed out again. I need to get some fluids in you, and you need to rest.” I watch the doctor’s lips move, and I hear the words, but my mind keeps going back to the vision.
“They will find me,” I whisper.
The doctor scrunches his face. “Who will find you? Who is looking for you?”
The rest of the guys come into my view as they look at me with confusion on their faces.
I look at Tristan, then at Dr. Nichols again. “The eyes. Always the eyes.”
Chapter Fourteen
CAMERON
“What the actual fuck was that?”I glance over at Kayce, and he just looks at me wide-eyed, an expression I’m sure matches my own.
“Dude, no fucking clue.” Kayce frowns, rubbing the back of his neck.
“Are you okay, Raelyn?” he asks softly.
My eyes meet his, and then I look up to find the rest of the men circling around me. A pit in my stomach starts to form, but I don’t know why.
“That broody one right there is Tristan.” He points to the man who is watching me like a hawk. His eyes lock onto me. The man from the bar… Tristan. “He rescued you last night from the bar. Do you remember what happened?”
Frowning, I shake my head. I just know that I was there, I was with Ronnie, and then I woke up here. “I… I was with my friend,” I whisper. My eyes stare at a spot on the wall as my brain tries to fill in the missing pieces.
“Someone put something in your drink.” His voice breaks me from my staring contest with the wall. Tristan narrows his eyes as I see him clench his jaw.
It’s then that I suddenly start to feel hot, and like I can’t breathe. My hand flies to my heart, which is racing like crazy. I jump from Drew’s lap and start to slowly walk backward away from the eyes.
All the eyes.
“She’s a pretty one.” Dark eyes behind the skull mask stare into me.
I struggle against the restraints holding me down. “Let me go, fucker!”
“Oh, she’s got a mouth on her,” another low rumbling voice says behind a mask.
“We can fix that.”
“Not too much. I want to hear her scream.”
A black ball of some sort is placed into my mouth, and a strap is buckled around my head. Did these mother fuckers just put a ball gag on me?
I scream through the gag, but I can’t form any words. I can feel the drool down the side of my face. With every ounce of strength I have, I try to pull against the restraints.
“Don’t fight it. This will be easier if you just let it happen. Bring out the initiates.”
Hands force me to my knees, and they hit the floor hard. I scream out in pain as tears well up in my eyes. Agony radiates through my body.
A hooded figure steps closer to me, but my eyes focus on the darkness ahead. My head is yanked back, and I close my eyes. A warm liquid drips on my face, and the smell of copper hits my nose.
With everything in me, I let out a blood-curdling scream over the gag.
“Raelyn!” A concerned voice brings me back to the present. “Raelyn, are you okay? Breathe, sweetheart. Breathe for me.” My eyes meet Dr. Nichols’ as he hovers over me.
“Is she okay?” I hear Drew’s voice behind him.
“Raelyn, you passed out again. I need to get some fluids in you, and you need to rest.” I watch the doctor’s lips move, and I hear the words, but my mind keeps going back to the vision.
“They will find me,” I whisper.
The doctor scrunches his face. “Who will find you? Who is looking for you?”
The rest of the guys come into my view as they look at me with confusion on their faces.
I look at Tristan, then at Dr. Nichols again. “The eyes. Always the eyes.”
Chapter Fourteen
CAMERON
“What the actual fuck was that?”I glance over at Kayce, and he just looks at me wide-eyed, an expression I’m sure matches my own.
“Dude, no fucking clue.” Kayce frowns, rubbing the back of his neck.
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