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Story: The WitchSlayer
He looked around to get a gauge for where he was.
I lay on a stone altar.
Around it, symbols had been carved into the stone floor in a circle. There was an outer ring drawn around those symbols and then an inner ring. Candles had been laid out and were lit, giving the room light as they melted against the broken and dirt-covered stone floor.
His eyes darted to the stone walls of this otherwise empty room, and then to the windows that told him it was night. They widened.
It is beginning.
The outside world was dark, no glow from the moon to give it light like how it often did.
He struggled against the shackles, determined to be rid of them as the chains clinked together. He couldn’t break them with the hexes on his body.They have taken my strength.They were prepared and made sure he couldn’t fight.
The sound of a door opening in the direction of his head caught his attention, and he arched so he could tilt it back to see. It was the female coven Witch he hadn’t managed to crack the skull of. She was glaring at him.
“Release me!” he shouted, knowing it was pointless, but he wanted to yell at her regardless.
“You will give Strolguil what he wants,” she answered as the male Witch entered behind her.
“I must be hard for him to get what he wants, and I will not do so for that vile Witch!”
She gave him a cruel smirk. It was only then that he noticed she was holding a shallow bowl in her hands.
“That was to be expected.”
They both came to him, and the man grabbed his face with a tight grip. He forced his mouth open by prying his teeth apart, but he was careful. He knew Rurik would bite his fingers off if he placed them inside his mouth.
Once his lips were parted, she poured the liquid contents of the bowl into his mouth. With his teeth pried apart, he was unable to spit it out, but he did try to use his tongue to do so.
“Swallow it, Dragon. I will not release you until you do.”
Rurik calmed and laid there to let the liquid sit in his mouth. He didn’t have to drink it if he didn’t want to. They couldn’t force him to take it willingly.
When too much time passed, the woman flattened her hand and smacked him in the throat with the side of it. The impact made the liquid lift in his mouth. He clenched in reaction before he mistakenly took it down.
Blasted!He ingested it.
“Where is the other one of your coven?” He grinned with a sneer since he couldn’t see her.
“You know you killed her,” the female bit out. “You are lucky we are not allowed to harm you. Only Strolguil’s woman can while you are living.”
His lips curled back in distaste at her words.
Then his head suddenly shot forward.No.He felt it before he saw it, but he knew without a doubt that he was hardening when he felt the tingle in his groin.Fuck!
“Good. We will tell Strolguil that you are ready.”
They left, and he once again struggled against his bonds but with far more desperation. But he knew. He knew he was unable to escape, that he was unable to do anything.
They will take from me what they want.
The two coven Witches entered barely a few minutes later before Strolguil entered with the vile Witch in tow.
She was wrapped in a black, silky cloak with the hood back to reveal her blonde hair. That sweet, innocent face still seemed to radiate with its lies to hide inner ugliness.
“The moon is almost at its peak, we must start this before the tea wears off,” Strolguil said while leading Amalia to his feet.
He bared his teeth in disgust when she looked at his body. She didn’t react to him being forced down like this.
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