The bed looked more like an exam table, the same kind you would see inside a doctor’s office, with a simple white cloth draped over it. Like the room, the bed looked cold and sterile. Shivers raced to the fore, memories of another rape pushing against my temples, wanting to allow the fear I had locked up since I had been a child out to run rampant through my veins.
As I was moved slowly, methodically to the table, I was looking around for anything I could use to get away from the Fae, but they’d taken precautions and placed everything inside the room out of reach of the table. Adam cried out, not from pain but from what was about to happen to me. I prayed he had the sense to look away and not watch what was about to happen.
Being turned into a brainless sex induced corpse was not my preferred way to die…but it would be painless. When we reached the table, rough hands grabbed me from behind and swung me over it effortlessly as if I weighed no more than ten pounds.
A deep timbre shivered against my supple flesh as it whispered against my ear, “Last chance Mag's,” his fingers still bit into my soft flesh, refusing to leave my skin. They sent heat soaking into my bones, pooling in my core as molten lava. Fucking Fae.
“Screw you,” I said trying to hide the fear I was feeling.
I sat with my back to him. My legs clumsily draped half over the other side of the small table. My back was flush against the hard rippling planes of his chest, his heat entering my skin as surely as if I was siphoning it from his pores.
"I intend to screw you and by the time I am done, you'll not only beg me for more, you'll tell me anything I want to know."
A shiver licked my flesh sending small rivulets of sweat pooling at the base of my neck. I wasn't sure how long the spell laced in my hairline would hold, or if it would work against a Dark Prince at all for that matter, but I needed it to.
I'd had Titus our local tattoo artist who spelled his ink place them there when I was thirteen. He reinforced the spell every year like clockwork. Most Witches when they hit adulthood were covered in ink, spelled for protection or against memories.
I'd kept my memories and my internal scars. They were reminders of what I had lived through and how close I'd come to death over the years. The one on my neck was to make sure I had a fighting chance against the Fae, unlike my mother years ago.
"Lock her in," Ryder said stepping away from me.
His Demon stepped forward, pushing me down gently, which was surprising since I was about to die. Fucked to death by a Fae...life just kept kicking my ass. I held my breath as my arms were held above my head once more, but this time flat and then the metal chain was attached to a hook at the top of the bed, my feet were slipped into similar chains and locked in place.
I turned my face to Adam when I was secured for the bastard Fae Prince, tears ran down his cheeks. I felt for him, because if I started blabbing or gave a hint of who we were, I'd meet Chandra's fate at his hands.
"You fucking bastard! Use me!" Adam roared fighting against the chains that held him in place. Anger rolled from him in violent waves, mixed with despair. "Mag's...Fight him dammit!"
I smiled sadly. He knew I had no chance against the Dark Prince. To the best of our knowledge, he was among the most powerful of the Fae. I didn't speak, I couldn't. Tears made my throat grow closed, pain poured through my heart as I imagined seeing myself from Adam's vantage. I swallowed past the tears and spoke clearly, proudly. "Close your eyes," I told Adam and watched as he shook his head with tears threatening to fall at my words.
Adam strained against the chains, normally so composed and confident, he was now reaching a breaking point with anger at what he knew was happening. His sharp features normally smooth and young, now strained with it.
"How cute," Ryder growled.
We ignored him, we both knew what was coming and I didn't want the closest thing I had to family watching this happen to me as I had once watched it happen to my own mother. I felt Ryder pull the magic around him, thick and devastating.
"Chance. Please, don’t watch this." My words cut off as lust tore through me so violently I almost exploded in pleasure. My body jerked tautly, my eyes seeking the one responsible for these seductive feelings and had created the fire inside of me.
Ryder's fingers of both his hands were touching my skin, sending a battering ram of need through my mind as his Fae powers pushed against my will. I wanted to beg him to stop, but if I did...he'd know how afraid I was and I couldn’t allow that. He placed his face closer to mine, making sure I could see him.
My lips quivered as his eyes turned to molten lava, golden as a mint pressed bar in the National Reserve. His tongue snaked out to lick his lips before he lowered his head to mine. "Last chance to tell me."