Page 13 of His to Break
KARA
I wake to sunlight spilling through the cracks in the stone walls, casting patterns across the floor.
My body hums with energy, a vibrant pulse coursing through me, igniting every nerve ending.
I swing my legs over the edge of the cot and rise, glancing at myself in the cracked mirror hanging on the wall.
My reflection startles me. My skin glows with an ethereal radiance, almost like it’s been kissed by shadows and light alike.
Muscles ripple beneath my skin, taut and strong from a lifetime of labor now augmented by something deeper.
I don’t just see a slave; I see a warrior, a force waiting to be unleashed.
I turn to Azrael, still asleep beside me, his powerful form sprawled out under the blankets. The sight of him stirs something fierce within me—desire mixed with a burning ambition that has only grown since last night.
He stirs slightly, eyes fluttering open as he senses my gaze on him. The moment our eyes meet, a spark ignites between us.
“Morning,” he rumbles, his voice deep and gravelly from sleep.
“Morning.” My voice is steady and firm as I continue, “I want more than just escape.”
Azrael sits up slowly, his expression shifting from drowsy curiosity to full attention.
“I want to destroy them,” I declare. “All of them.” The words feel like thunder in my chest, powerful and unwavering.
His brow arches slightly. “You’re not afraid?”
“Fear has no place in me anymore.” I can feel it—an unshakeable conviction solidifying within my core. “They’ve kept us in chains long enough. It’s time for retribution.”
Azrael rises fully now, intrigue lighting his features. “You understand what you’re asking for? This isn’t just about freedom; this is war.”
“Yes,” I say, a smile creeping onto my lips at the thought of it all—the bloodshed and chaos that will come when we unleash ourselves upon them. “And I want to lead it.”
He studies me for a moment, as if assessing whether this newfound strength is genuine or merely a fleeting rush of adrenaline. Then he nods slowly.
“I’ll support you,” he replies finally, his voice low but filled with promise. “But we need to strategize carefully.”
“Then let’s do it.” Excitement bubbles within me as we begin plotting our revenge against those who have wronged us—who have reduced us to mere tools for their gain.
The world feels different now—a battleground ripe for conquest—and I’m ready to claim my power and my destiny alongside Azrael.
I stand in the shadows of the mine, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and fear.
Flickering torches cast a dim light, illuminating a small group of humans huddled together, their eyes darting around like scared rodents.
They shift uneasily, listening for any sign of dark elves lurking in the corners.
I clear my throat, steadying myself. My voice cuts through the tension, calm yet commanding. “We can fight back.” I let the words hang in the air, my eyes gleaming with intensity. “We don’t have to live like this anymore.”
Their gazes snap to me, a mix of fright and awe etched on their faces. I sense the power swelling within me, intoxicating and potent. This is my moment to awaken them—to ignite that flicker of rebellion buried deep inside each one.
“You’ve seen what we’re capable of,” I continue, letting my words flow smoothly, wrapping around them like silk.
“You’ve witnessed our suffering at the hands of those who see us as nothing more than animals.
” My voice dips lower as I let my gaze linger on each one.
I smile slightly, a wicked glint sparking in my eyes.
The magic surges beneath my skin, ready to pull them in closer.
One man steps forward cautiously, his body trembling but determination etched on his face.
He drops to one knee before me, bowing his head slightly as he speaks with reverence.
“I’m willing to lay down my life for you…
for this cause.” His voice shakes but there’s a fire behind it—desire mingled with devotion.
I smirk at his submission, relishing the way they respond to me—how easily they fall under my influence.
“Stand up,” I say softly but firmly. “You’ll need your strength.”
He rises slowly but doesn’t take his eyes off me, drinking in every word like nectar from a forbidden flower.
Around him, whispers ripple through the group—a swell of hesitant agreement begins to build as they process what I’ve just proposed. One by one, they exchange glances filled with uncertainty and burgeoning hope.
“You’re not alone anymore,” I assure them, projecting confidence into every syllable as I step closer into their midst. “Together we can reclaim our lives from these monsters.”
A murmur runs through them—a collective realization igniting within each heart like a spark catching flame.
“Do you want revenge?” I ask, lowering my voice to create an intimate atmosphere despite our surroundings. They nod eagerly now; hope begins replacing fear.
With that flicker ignited inside them, I extend my hand outward dramatically. “Then kneel before your new leader.”
To my delight and satisfaction, one by one they drop down to their knees before me—each bowing in acceptance not only of my authority but also of the new path we will forge together. The atmosphere shifts; it feels electric and charged with potential as if the very air hums with our shared resolve.
As they kneel before me—these battered souls finally seeing glimmers of power where once there was none—I can’t help but revel in this moment. They look at me not just with awe but with something deeper: admiration and desire entwined within their submissive stances.
I lock eyes with each one as they kneel—my heart pounding not just for myself but for all of us—and whisper fiercely: “Tell the others. Let no elf hear you. When the time is right, I will tell you. Go, now.”
They disperse, a whirlwind of hushed excitement and newfound purpose, their eyes gleaming with a mix of fear and hope.
I watch them go, feeling a surge of power ripple through me—a potent energy awakening deep within.
It feels intoxicating, like I’m pulling the strings of their desires, bending them to my will.
When I finally return to Azrael, my heart races with exhilaration.
“They’re ready,” I announce, my voice low and sultry. “We’re going to start a rebellion.” The words roll off my tongue like honey, thick with promise.
His gaze sharpens as he studies me, the tension in the air crackling between us like electricity.
I take a step closer, allowing my fingers to trail along his arm lightly.
The contact ignites something primal inside me—an undeniable attraction that’s been simmering beneath the surface since the moment we met.
“Ready for what?” he asks, his tone curious yet cautious. There’s something magnetic about his presence that pulls me in deeper.
I lean in slightly, letting my breath ghost over his skin. “To rise up against our captors,” I whisper, reveling in the way his muscles tense under my touch. “To make them pay for every moment they’ve kept us chained.”
Azrael’s eyes darken with intrigue as he watches me closely, but there’s an edge of wariness lurking beneath his gaze.
“You think they’ll fight for you?” His skepticism is barely masked.
I smirk, tilting my head as I draw nearer still, savoring the way he reacts to my proximity—his breath hitches ever so slightly. “Oh yes,” I reply confidently. “They’re willing to die for me.” The admission sends a thrill coursing through me; power and seduction entwined within every syllable.
His eyes narrow slightly as if assessing my resolve. “And what do you gain from this?”
“Power,” I breathe softly, trailing a finger along his jawline before leaning in closer. “But more than that…” My lips hover tantalizingly near his ear as I whisper the next words: “I want you to see what we can become together.”
Every word drips with seduction as I pull back just enough to meet his gaze again—my heart pounding at the intensity burning between us. There’s an urgency thrumming beneath our skin, electric and alive.
“Let them follow me,” I say softly but firmly, pressing myself against him slightly, feeling the heat radiate from his body into mine. “And together we’ll show those dark elves just how powerful we can be.”