Page 11 of His to Break
KARA
I push the heavy cart of rock down the dim corridor, my muscles straining under the weight. Sweat beads on my brow as I focus on the task at hand, but something else stirs in me—a strange energy pulsing beneath the surface. It’s intoxicating and unsettling all at once.
Then I hear it—a soft whimpering followed by a low hiss. “Shut the fuck up,” a dark elf guard snaps, his voice laced with cruelty. My heart races as I pause, instinctively drawn to the sound.
Without thinking, I turn the corner and stop short. There he is, a hulking figure looming over two terrified human women, dragging them by their hair. The sight ignites a fire within me, fury mixing with something darker—something powerful that urges me forward.
“Release those women,” I command, my voice low and seductive.
The guard’s eyes narrow at first, surprise flashing across his features. Then confusion settles in, and I can almost see him wrestle with my words. My pulse quickens; this is it—my chance to test whatever new power courses through my veins.
As if under a spell, his hands drop to his sides, fingers twitching slightly. His gaze loses focus, eyes glazing over like a marionette cut from its strings.
I step closer, feeling that surge of control wrap around us like an invisible thread. “Let them go.”
The guard steps aside mechanically, an empty shell devoid of willpower as the two women stumble past him. They glance back at me—fear and awe mingling in their expressions—before running into the shadows of safety.
My heart pounds in my chest; adrenaline courses through my veins as I realize what just happened. I did that—I controlled him. The realization washes over me like a wave: this power is mine now.
The women pause for just a moment before disappearing down the corridor. Their gratitude hits me hard—an overwhelming sense of purpose ignites within me as they escape to freedom because of my intervention.
“Get outta here,” I urge them softly but firmly before turning back to face the guard still standing there like a statue.
A heady rush fills me—the thrill of wielding such raw power—and it stirs something deep within that craves more than mere control: it longs for dominance.
I watch him for another moment before turning away to head back toward my work station, exhilaration thrumming through me with every step.
What other depths can I explore? What else can I achieve?
The thought shoots through me as anticipation bubbles inside me like boiling water ready to spill over.
I rub my hands together, trying to wipe the coal dust off, but it’s a lost cause. My clothes are already stained beyond recognition, the fabric clinging to me like a second skin. I can almost laugh at the absurdity of it all—what’s one more layer of grime?
“Need a shower, don’t we?” I murmur to myself, my voice barely a whisper, yet it erupts into laughter that bounces off the stone walls. The sound catches the attention of a few other slaves nearby. They glance over, brows raised in curiosity and concern.
“Keep it down, Kara,” one warns, though there’s an edge of humor in his tone. I shrug and press on. The idea of those elven bastards ever letting us bathe is downright comical.
I shake my head and push thoughts of cleanliness aside; instead, I decide to check on Azrael. His presence lingers in my mind like smoke from a fire I can’t escape. Serving him has become an obsession—though that isn’t the only reason for my visit.
As I weave through the labyrinthine corridors of the fortress, I hear it: the sharp crack of a whip followed by a blood-curdling scream that sends chills racing down my spine. My heart skips as I rush toward the sound, instinct pushing me forward. Is someone being hurt? Another slave?
But when I reach the source, dread fills me. It’s not another slave who suffers—it’s the guard from earlier today, the one who fell under my spell with just a whisper.
I step into the shadows and watch as dark elves surround him, their faces twisted with sadistic pleasure. Each lash brings forth another scream, echoing off stone walls like a symphony of pain.
My stomach twists at the sight—but beneath that churn lies something darker. A sick thrill courses through me as his eyes widen in terror and despair. This is what he deserves for threatening me earlier—no mercy shown.
Yet still, guilt creeps in alongside that exhilaration. How could I feel this way? This isn’t justice; it’s vengeance cloaked in brutality.
I turn away abruptly, my heart racing—not from fear but from something intoxicatingly powerful within me that craves more chaos and control. The thrill ignites every nerve ending; it’s exhilarating—like an addictive drug coursing through my veins.
The darkness inside whispers promises I’m desperate to explore as I hurry toward Azrael's chamber, knowing full well that whatever this power is, it’s mine to wield now.
I slip into Azrael's chambers, the heavy door thudding shut behind me. My heart races, adrenaline still coursing through my veins from what I just did. I can't help but gush, “You won’t believe what I’ve done this time!”
He looks up, eyes glimmering with curiosity. “Tell me.”
I rush over to him, my breath quickening as I settle onto his lap. His fingers glide along my thighs, tracing the skin with a feather-light touch that sends shivers up my spine.
“I saved them,” I blurt out, the words tumbling from my lips. “The women they were dragging in—those dark elves were going to hurt them.” I pause for a moment, reliving the thrill of the encounter. “I made that guard drop his weapon. He just… stood there like he was under a spell.”
Azrael's brow arches as he listens intently, an amused smirk creeping across his face. “And then?”
“And then…” My cheeks flush with a mix of excitement and guilt. “I watched them punish him for it.” A wicked grin spreads on my lips as I remember the satisfaction that swelled within me at witnessing his punishment. “It felt good to see him suffer.”
He chuckles softly, admiration gleaming in his eyes. “You’re growing stronger by the day.”
The praise wraps around me, igniting something deep inside—a pride that mixes dangerously with desire. I lean closer without thinking and capture his lips with mine in a fierce kiss, needing to feel that connection between us.
His mouth responds instantly; he groans against me as I bite down on his lip, drawing blood. The metallic taste ignites a fire within me, and Azrael pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist.
“I don’t know why I keep doing this,” I whisper breathlessly against his skin, our foreheads touching as we catch our breaths. “I can’t stay away from you.”
His grin widens, dark and knowing. “Nor can I.”
A surge of warmth spreads through me at his admission. Something powerful thrums beneath the surface between us—an undeniable bond that pulls me deeper into this chaotic dance we share. The world outside fades away; all that matters is him and this intoxicating moment.
“What are we becoming?” I murmur.
“Something powerful,” he replies softly, tracing patterns on my thigh again.
The thought sends chills down my spine as desire laces through every fiber of my being once more.