Blood Magic
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
4,425
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
entrapment
Hey all!
Thank you for your kind reviews.
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to all enjoy.
‘Oh I ache’ were the first thoughts in her mind as she breached the foggy existence of sleep ‘Must have partied a little too hard last night’
For several long minutes she let herself lay, unmoving enjoying the feel of silk against her body and then it hit her like a ton of bricks the memories from the night before. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up as fast as her tired body would allow.
She laughed at herself and in relief when she saw the familiar surroundings of her bedroom. ‘I must have been dreaming’ She said shaking her head but it had felt so real, the images so vivid in her mind and the fear still bubbling in her guts still had not calmed so she ignored it. She slipped her legs out of bed and notice her knee’s were unmarked so she insisted to her fears that it HAD to be a dream, didn’t it? She flexed her fingers and studied them before pushing herself out of bed. She scratched her neck her fingers coming in contact with some thing silky and unfamiliar. She tried looking down to see the anomaly then tried removing it. When this proved unsuccessful she walked over to the mirror and examined it.
A delicate black silk choker decorated her throat and it bore a pendant of a silver crescent moon and both the moon and the ribbon were adorned with words, words that chilled Emily to the bone. She tired tearing the chocker off she tried summoning her magic to get it off her but no magic came to her, sure she could feel it pulsing through her veins with her very blood but the spell placed upon the choker stopped it from surfacing rendering Emily helpless.
“Now angel that’s not nice” came a cool, deep and sexy (not that Emily wanted to admit it) voice sounded from behind her. She turned to face him her eyes wide with shock her mouth working on words that cowered in her throat. “I bring you to my home, make you a room exactly a duplicate of your own for maximum comfort and give you a pricy gift and what do you do, try and remove it”
Emily still stood there in nothing but her usual sleeping attire; shorts and a spaghetti strap top, her lips still moving wordlessly. Yet he continued ignoring her fear, shock and outrage.
“I hope you like it.” He said motioning to the room “we can change it if you like. The bathroom is the same too except I added a bigger tub with a Jacuzzi function. Yes, I think you’ll be most happy here my angel”
“What the Hell are you on about you blue eyes freak” she snapped grabbing her dressing down her eyes glaring at him. He turned and slapped her hard enough to leave a blotchy red patch.
“That’s no way to speak to your master Angel” he hissed grabbing her slender wrists to prevent her hitting him. “You’re mine now especially since you’ve been found dead in your apartment.”
He shoved her onto the bed she had seen no lie in his eyes, no deception which frightened her more than the violence.
“Get washed and dressed I expect you to be ready by the time I send for you”
She stared at his retreating back tears slowly running down her cheeks; she slowly raised herself from the bed. Feeling exposed and afraid she checked out the walk in cupboard and the bathroom for hidden people. She had to admit who ever blue eyes was he’d put allot of effort in making this a duplicate room every thing from the bed sheets to the tooth brush and tooth paste. She selected the clothes and searched the room for cameras and weapons she come up empty handed. She dressed in the bath with the shower curtains drawn (in case she missed any cameras).
In a pair of jeans and a baggy jumper and a pair of trainers (in case the opportunity to escape came up) she waited in her room racked with fear but refusing to show it still she tried to summon her magic concentrating with every fibre of her being on just movie the hair brush in front of her a millimetre but it didn’t move and in her fury (mostly at herself for letting herself get into this situation) picked up the brush and launched it at the door.
She walked over and picked up the brush then a wild rush of realisation hit her there was no locking mechanism on the door she gripped the handle and gave it a twist and a sharp yank but only succeeded in jarring her arm. She ran to the window that showed her the view from her apartment bed room, she pulled the window open and pressed against the view and even though she couldn’t see it she could feet rough stone under her hand beneath the illusion of the view.
When the door opened she jumped, her body posture changing from scared to defensive.
“M’lady the master wishes for you to join him” a tanned male in a tux stared at her through thick black framed glasses she had recognised him from the night before she noticed; with satisfaction, that he still sported the telltale bump.
“Well your master can go shove it” she said backing up slowly. He noticed her attempt to cast a spell, an automatic response for all witches and wizards when they felt threatened.
“Don’t fight girlie. You wont win.” He told her and she knew it to be true but she still didn’t move. He walked over to her and she immediately backed away but he was faster than her and gripped her wrists.
“Listen to me and listen good Girl. Don’t fight him. You have no magic, little fighting ability and no chance of escape so do us all a favour and at least pretend to accept your fate”
“I’m not weak” she his struggling against his hold.
“sure your not” he said dragging her from the room, she soon gave up fighting (his grip had gotten painfully tight by now) and he lead her from the room, he lead her through a dark stone hall way past a cell holding what Emily assumed was an Elf. The elf was just the beginning of the rare creatures in this place, she caught a sight of a Minotaur and a troll also famous art pieces.
“our master is a fine collector of all species and objects, you complete his collection of magical creatures” he stated leading her up the stairs and through more confusing corridors all decorated in bright warm colours. The thug, as Emily had nick named him, stopped outside a set of regal looking double doors, which he opened and shoved her through. Emily managed not to stumble but the things in the room made her heart plummet into ice and fresh tears sting her eyes.
‘oh my god their going to kill me’
Thank you for your kind reviews.
Starfyr : Awesome! I am thrilled to have you review my story! I promise to try and improve!
to all enjoy.
‘Oh I ache’ were the first thoughts in her mind as she breached the foggy existence of sleep ‘Must have partied a little too hard last night’
For several long minutes she let herself lay, unmoving enjoying the feel of silk against her body and then it hit her like a ton of bricks the memories from the night before. Her eyes snapped open and she sat up as fast as her tired body would allow.
She laughed at herself and in relief when she saw the familiar surroundings of her bedroom. ‘I must have been dreaming’ She said shaking her head but it had felt so real, the images so vivid in her mind and the fear still bubbling in her guts still had not calmed so she ignored it. She slipped her legs out of bed and notice her knee’s were unmarked so she insisted to her fears that it HAD to be a dream, didn’t it? She flexed her fingers and studied them before pushing herself out of bed. She scratched her neck her fingers coming in contact with some thing silky and unfamiliar. She tried looking down to see the anomaly then tried removing it. When this proved unsuccessful she walked over to the mirror and examined it.
A delicate black silk choker decorated her throat and it bore a pendant of a silver crescent moon and both the moon and the ribbon were adorned with words, words that chilled Emily to the bone. She tired tearing the chocker off she tried summoning her magic to get it off her but no magic came to her, sure she could feel it pulsing through her veins with her very blood but the spell placed upon the choker stopped it from surfacing rendering Emily helpless.
“Now angel that’s not nice” came a cool, deep and sexy (not that Emily wanted to admit it) voice sounded from behind her. She turned to face him her eyes wide with shock her mouth working on words that cowered in her throat. “I bring you to my home, make you a room exactly a duplicate of your own for maximum comfort and give you a pricy gift and what do you do, try and remove it”
Emily still stood there in nothing but her usual sleeping attire; shorts and a spaghetti strap top, her lips still moving wordlessly. Yet he continued ignoring her fear, shock and outrage.
“I hope you like it.” He said motioning to the room “we can change it if you like. The bathroom is the same too except I added a bigger tub with a Jacuzzi function. Yes, I think you’ll be most happy here my angel”
“What the Hell are you on about you blue eyes freak” she snapped grabbing her dressing down her eyes glaring at him. He turned and slapped her hard enough to leave a blotchy red patch.
“That’s no way to speak to your master Angel” he hissed grabbing her slender wrists to prevent her hitting him. “You’re mine now especially since you’ve been found dead in your apartment.”
He shoved her onto the bed she had seen no lie in his eyes, no deception which frightened her more than the violence.
“Get washed and dressed I expect you to be ready by the time I send for you”
She stared at his retreating back tears slowly running down her cheeks; she slowly raised herself from the bed. Feeling exposed and afraid she checked out the walk in cupboard and the bathroom for hidden people. She had to admit who ever blue eyes was he’d put allot of effort in making this a duplicate room every thing from the bed sheets to the tooth brush and tooth paste. She selected the clothes and searched the room for cameras and weapons she come up empty handed. She dressed in the bath with the shower curtains drawn (in case she missed any cameras).
In a pair of jeans and a baggy jumper and a pair of trainers (in case the opportunity to escape came up) she waited in her room racked with fear but refusing to show it still she tried to summon her magic concentrating with every fibre of her being on just movie the hair brush in front of her a millimetre but it didn’t move and in her fury (mostly at herself for letting herself get into this situation) picked up the brush and launched it at the door.
She walked over and picked up the brush then a wild rush of realisation hit her there was no locking mechanism on the door she gripped the handle and gave it a twist and a sharp yank but only succeeded in jarring her arm. She ran to the window that showed her the view from her apartment bed room, she pulled the window open and pressed against the view and even though she couldn’t see it she could feet rough stone under her hand beneath the illusion of the view.
When the door opened she jumped, her body posture changing from scared to defensive.
“M’lady the master wishes for you to join him” a tanned male in a tux stared at her through thick black framed glasses she had recognised him from the night before she noticed; with satisfaction, that he still sported the telltale bump.
“Well your master can go shove it” she said backing up slowly. He noticed her attempt to cast a spell, an automatic response for all witches and wizards when they felt threatened.
“Don’t fight girlie. You wont win.” He told her and she knew it to be true but she still didn’t move. He walked over to her and she immediately backed away but he was faster than her and gripped her wrists.
“Listen to me and listen good Girl. Don’t fight him. You have no magic, little fighting ability and no chance of escape so do us all a favour and at least pretend to accept your fate”
“I’m not weak” she his struggling against his hold.
“sure your not” he said dragging her from the room, she soon gave up fighting (his grip had gotten painfully tight by now) and he lead her from the room, he lead her through a dark stone hall way past a cell holding what Emily assumed was an Elf. The elf was just the beginning of the rare creatures in this place, she caught a sight of a Minotaur and a troll also famous art pieces.
“our master is a fine collector of all species and objects, you complete his collection of magical creatures” he stated leading her up the stairs and through more confusing corridors all decorated in bright warm colours. The thug, as Emily had nick named him, stopped outside a set of regal looking double doors, which he opened and shoved her through. Emily managed not to stumble but the things in the room made her heart plummet into ice and fresh tears sting her eyes.
‘oh my god their going to kill me’