Page 32 of The Faebound Trials (Mates and Madness: The Phantom Prince and The Bloodweaver #1)

My brain pounded and I was pissed as I hurriedly hid the threads of my bloodweaving.

Shimarej entered with four knights accompanying him, silver armor glinting dimly, metal clanging echoed in the barren dungeon.

Shilmarej walked with his spine straight as he spared me a glance before stopping.

His eyes fell on the boys across my cell.

My heart hammered wildly in alarm. He turned his back on me and so were the rest of the knights following him.

“Bring them to the Forge, Lord Prince will speak to them.”

Bloodweaving forgotten, I slammed the cell and banged it loudly. My palms were red and raw from the force.

“Wait!”

A displeased look was etched on his face when Shilmarej turned to me.

“What is it, mortal?”

“Do you intend to harm them?”

“Who?”

“Them. My friends.”

Shilmarej sneered.

“Silly girl,” he tutted.

He didn’t need to say it out loud. Then he turned to the knights.

“Bring her too. Let her watch.”

My skin prickled with heat when they dragged me outside.

I could feel a fever coming, I just got out of a state where I had to control the blood inside me to keep my pressure normal and had tried to do the impossible, and now I was sweating like crazy.

Arms and feet were bound with chains. It was laced with magic beaming in electric blue.

And when I tried to pull it, tug it, it sent electric shock through my whole body.

I gasped.

I choked on my saliva and heaved. Tears filled the corners of my eyes. But it didn’t stop me from walking because they were dragging me.

Fuck.

The tears fell and I sniffed.

I took a deep breath and coughed once more before I collected myself.

This was the price for killing and stealing a destiny.

And I regret it, every single thing I did to kill a man that made my heart beat.

I regret every single moment that led me to it.

I could bury myself right now and I wouldn’t fucking regret it.

I looked up, my eyes scanning the majestic beauty the fae had built for themselves. In awe and wonder, I felt small, I felt all the things I should’ve buried once and for all.

The way to the Forge was bright, as if stars graced the ceilings and the sky was drawn upon the walls.

This place was a majestic beauty, one would sell his soul for. Like how everyone would do in the future, sell their fucking lives off, throw their pathetic lives for, choose death after seeing the results.

For me this place was really a place for atonement, and Shilmarej had lied when he said it wasn’t.

Zethia stood regally divine, a head full taller than me and the rest of the Etarans, I knew exactly that he was different, that he separates from the rest.

Zethia was nothing like anyone I had seen.

He was a vicious serpentine, who lacked empathy, whose every movement commanded respect.

His dark enigmatic features lures you in like a predator and I had no choice but to stand tall against his twisted fixation with me.

He would look at me with such intensity and hunger, but his actions would remain dignified and unyielding, cruel and yet yearning.

A pathetic enigma who’d drink me whole if I let him in.

Obsession reeks in the way he’d turn his whole body towards me.

Obsession reeks from his every pore as he flexed his hand, wanting to wrap it rough around my neck, choking me as he ravaged me like a hungry animal.

Obsession reeks in the way he couldn’t stop looking at me as if he was begging for me to glue myself to him every minute, every hour, every second of every day for the rest of our lives like we are one body, one soul, one entity.

His obsession would break me, would haunt me, and would destroy me and he wanted all that.

He’d break me like he must, he’d do me if he wills it.

Make me undone, peel off my layers as if they were skin.

And he’d savor it like a deprived fool.

And he’d begged for more like a good boy before ravaging me and asking me to bend my knees for him, shaping my insides to his shape, rearranging my guts like a fucking animal and claiming me for himself for infinity as he filled me with his cum.

And those were not my thoughts.

Those were his.