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The ride was uncomfortable in the small saddle, which resulted in me bouncing around precariously on the edge of it. Deakin wrapped an arm around my waist, slowly at first, as if checking it was okay. When I gave no response he tightened his grip so I was held much closer to his body and the ride became smoother. My muscles began to ache quickly from having to constantly hold myself away from him. Soon, it was too much to maintain, and I let myself slump back against him, knowing I should have felt utterly repulsed, or at least frightened. Even though the thought sickened me to my core, he was warm and comfortable, especially as the weather grew colder at an increasing rate. I had decided that was the thing I hated the most about Deakin. He took away my emotionswhen he injected me so I felt no desire or hatred. I felt no fear or bubbling anger that would have fuelled my actions. It was just a long stretch of nothingness that continued throughout the entire trip and a strange tingle th
Spyrit Magic Up Bowen Mountain
A bone-jarring thud woke me early, even before the sun had risen over the edge of the horizon. Deakin crouched next to me, his eyes dark and watching my face intently, a curious glint hidden behind them. I rubbed my eyes, clearing the blur that muddled my view on everything. In the bleak light his face seemed distorted and fuzzy as I tried to focus on the situation. His eyes flicked away from me towards the town, narrowing slightly as he scanned the surrounding area. His face was tense, his mouth set in a hard line. “Get up,” he growled at me. “Now!” He shoved at me carelessly, pushing my aching body onto the cold, hard ground. Red colour blinded my eyes as my head hit the dirt with an awful crack. It was all too much for my half-asleep mind. I lay in the dirt trying to reorientate myself and remember what exactly was going on. Rough hands dragged me up and threw me up onto the horse. I was disoriented. What the hell was going on? Where was I? Deakin hurried, packing up the smal
Spyrit Magic Chained Man
“Where are we going?” I asked again for the hundredth time that day. My voice was beginning to go raspy from constantly badgering him with my questions. I was enjoying annoying him, but it came at a price. Deakin rolled his eyes as he pulled Amber up the steep path, the chain he had connected the two of together with last night, still attached to my wrist “Up this way,” he answered. It was the same answer as before and every other time I had asked. Sometimes he threw in a slight variation, but always relatively the same. He never wanted to give away too much. It had been going like that for days now. Walk, stop, eat, sleep, wake up and then do it all over again. Every morning he would inject me with the mystery liquid which numbed my powers and made my thought blurry and each time I would ask where we were going, I felt a stab of annoyance from Deakin. I was rather impressed by the level of calm he was able to maintain. “I don’t know what he wants with me, but the Master Magician
Spyrit Magic Escape
The last leg of our journey was completed in utter silence. I was too focussed on thinking of ways to get out of this mess and Deakin seemed content to sit in the silence I had begun. I tried not to notice the way he distanced himself from me, a difficult feat considering the chain we had connecting us together. He made no move to touch me or harm me in any way, which put me off balance. He no longer slept close to me, allowing the cold to infiltrate my skin at night. It was almost as if he had heard what I had said, really heard me, and was giving me the space I needed. But to what end? It made no sense to me and perverted the way I wanted to see him. I wanted and needed him to be the evil bad guy. It was the only way my world could make sense. And still, underneath it all was the magic that thrummed through my veins, dulling my senses and making it impossible to find out what he was thinking. Each and every morning he injected me. I was relieved that it was only a temporary effect
Spyrit Magic Betrayal
We spent the whole night and the next day together, talking slowly about everything that had happened. It was as if everything around us melted away and the world seemed to just stop. I panicked every time there was a slight sound, but he assured me no one would come up this way. He was a general after all. This only made me laugh, but did nothing to ease the worry. Surely they would be searching every inch of the building for me. At one point there was a knock on the door and Blake urged me to hide in the closet. The men at the door had sounded gruff, almost urgent. But Blake’s dismissive and authoritative tone had them turned away within minutes. I had thought my heart was going to explode from my chest in panic. After that, he spent half of the time going over every detail of how had safely made it in here. The story had me clinging to the edge of the bed, knowing he could have been caught at any time. Blake seemed very casual about it though, which confused me a little. Blake w
Spyrit Magic Cocooned in Pain
I awoke with a thumping headache and restraints hanging from my wrists. Yanking on then, the awful clinking sound of chains met my ears, and the metal bit into my skin making it burn with pain. I chose to ignore the pain as I pulled again, my anger building. It changed nothing except making hot blood spill from cuts along my arm. The metal made the cuts burn and I gasped a quick breath to work through the sting. I couldn’t remember what happened past the men confronting me in the stairwell. Had they gone through with their threats? Had they taken and used my body for their own dark desires. My skin crawled at the thought of their hands on me while I was unconscious, my stomach turning with horrid disgust. I tried to project but my head ached too badly to concentrate long enough. The constant throbbing was a horrible distraction. Memories swam in my head, making me feel queasy but I focussed on trying to remember what had happened. Everything seemed a blur but I knew one thing; my
Spyrit Magic Torture
*WARNING - DARK CONTENT AHEAD. THIS MAY BE A TRIGGER FOR VICTIMS OF ABUSE* “Strip her and tie her to the table,” the voice instructed, a sense of enjoyment coating her words. The voice seemed somewhat familiar, but the silver mystery venom and Deakin’s magic dulled my mind too much for me to focus on that one thought. I whimpered as Deakin did as he was told and pulled off my clothing, one piece at a time, his eyes never focussing on my face or on my body, but a spot just above my shoulder. At least he left my undergarments on. Rage and fear burned in my throat at his cowardice as he clamped restraints around my wrists and ankles, leaving me completely exposed but still refusing to look at the body he was revealing. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen it before. My anger still seethed at his actions, somewhat more dulled than they normally would be. More than anything though, I felt the overwhelming shame that I had not noticed the difference. Blake never would have been so forward, nor w
Spyrit Magic Damaged Goods
A cool, wet cloth on my skin woke me jarringly from my sleep, and I recoiled in fear. Darkness filled my vision as I waited for my eyes to grow accustomed to the limited light. My fists were clenched against my legs, ready to react. I was cowering in the corner of the dark cell, my body tight and sore. My limbs refused to move as cramp locked down hard on each muscle sending searing pain through me. After I had passed out from the torture session with Deakin, it seemed someone had moved me to a smaller prison cell than my last, with only one large steel door as the only entry and exit. A small, white gown covered the wounds on my stomach but the cuts on my arms were visible. The red, raw puckered slashes were oozing, as the shrouded person gently washed away the dried blood that was caked on my skin. I looked away, disgusted by the sight of my own body. I was disfigured and ugly. I was damaged goods. I looked up into their face and saw the bright, blue eyes. My stomach tightened as
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