Page 52 of Tortured Soul (Soulless #1)

Nomin

W ords came out of my mouth, but they were not mine.

My arms moved but felt foreign, like limbs attached to a string.

He was in my head. Using my demon heritage to control my actions. To control me .

Dark smoke kept invading the edges of my vision. I tried to fight against it. Against the darkness. Against his commands. My teeth gritted in the back of my mouth, drops of sweat dotting my forehead with the strain.

The glass of the mental cage cracked, the fissures spreading like cobwebs.

I will break free.

I will find my mate.

I won’t be his puppet any longer.

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