Blood Magic
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
4,428
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.
a little insight
Thanks For the reviews. XD
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The only reason she submitted was because he pulled her close and she was able to grab the knife at his hip. She waited until he relaxed before grabbing it and shoving him away. She wasn’t going to let her soul die like the Siren had.
He laughed at her and it irritated and angered her. She grabbed that anger and used it to shove away her fear.
“aww Kitten now that aint nice. You going to hurt me kitten?” He taunted pushing her limits testing her.
/how far am I willing to go?/ She asked herself. His smug grin at her hesitance and her quick glance at the table and then her clothes speared her on.
“This kitten got claws blue eyes” She snarled slashing at his chest and then his face aiming for any thing she could reach. The spell that hit her sent her clear across the room and the knife sliced her leg but that didn’t stop her struggling to her feet and picking the blood stained knife back up.
He no longer looked amused yet he was still deadly calm, he had always been calm, and in control and she hated him for it. She went to hit him again but another series of spells headed for her she twisted, turned and ducked but the last hit her and she fell to the floor panting but unable to move.
“I will never submit. I promise you” she snarled from between grit teeth.
“mmmm good.” He smiled and looked down at his chest where blood freely trickled. Emily felt a sharp shock of pleasure and a malicious joy at his pain she offered him a small smile.
“Next time I’ll kill you” she promised and she saw a flash of some thing in his eyes but the moment it was there it had gone again.
“Cali. Take her to the training room. I want her on the platform make sure she’s secured. Don’t take the choker off”
Emily was only half conscious as she was levitated through the corridors, the trick to being levitated was relax (which Emily had no choice but to do as she wrestled with her fleeing consciousness) but it was hard to relax as you floated 4 foot off the floor with nothing supporting you at all.
Emily was placed upon a table shackled spread eagled. Emily wasn’t sure how much time passed or indeed if she had lost her grip on consciousness but before she knew it Blue eyes was entering the room with a clip board.
“Let’s see, chest size, clothes size, eye colour, hair colour and blood type we have.” He said taping the clip board. Emil studied the movement of the pen.
/Knowledge is a weapon/ she remembered the saying but could not recall who had said it or where she had heard it.
Groggily she watched them she heard a tape measure and felt them measuring her legs, arms, her height, chest, stomach and fingers. Every thing was precise, every thing was detailed and Emily noted he enjoyed the control that gave him.
As they worked Emily became more aware of her surroundings, her aches and pains and the fact she was cold.
“Right” he said setting the clip board on her stomach “let’s take a look at this leg wound.”
She yelped as he explored the wound, he walked away and came back pouring a potion into a glass the colour of it was like peach pulp he slipped a straw into it and held the straw to her lips she hesitated then took the straw between her lips and emptied the potion. She struggled not to gag and to swallow the substance because of the vile taste.
The effects were almost immediate and she laughed.
“You drugged me?” she whispered. She felt no fear, no apprehension in fact she felt rather content and she couldn’t even force herself to be worried.
“Yup” came the matter of fact answer.
“But it healed my leg” Emily added cheerfully she knew she should be worried, scared and defensive but he had given her rose tinted glasses.
“Lets begin the tests?”
“Tests?”
“Don’t sound so worried angel, you’ll like these”
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The only reason she submitted was because he pulled her close and she was able to grab the knife at his hip. She waited until he relaxed before grabbing it and shoving him away. She wasn’t going to let her soul die like the Siren had.
He laughed at her and it irritated and angered her. She grabbed that anger and used it to shove away her fear.
“aww Kitten now that aint nice. You going to hurt me kitten?” He taunted pushing her limits testing her.
/how far am I willing to go?/ She asked herself. His smug grin at her hesitance and her quick glance at the table and then her clothes speared her on.
“This kitten got claws blue eyes” She snarled slashing at his chest and then his face aiming for any thing she could reach. The spell that hit her sent her clear across the room and the knife sliced her leg but that didn’t stop her struggling to her feet and picking the blood stained knife back up.
He no longer looked amused yet he was still deadly calm, he had always been calm, and in control and she hated him for it. She went to hit him again but another series of spells headed for her she twisted, turned and ducked but the last hit her and she fell to the floor panting but unable to move.
“I will never submit. I promise you” she snarled from between grit teeth.
“mmmm good.” He smiled and looked down at his chest where blood freely trickled. Emily felt a sharp shock of pleasure and a malicious joy at his pain she offered him a small smile.
“Next time I’ll kill you” she promised and she saw a flash of some thing in his eyes but the moment it was there it had gone again.
“Cali. Take her to the training room. I want her on the platform make sure she’s secured. Don’t take the choker off”
Emily was only half conscious as she was levitated through the corridors, the trick to being levitated was relax (which Emily had no choice but to do as she wrestled with her fleeing consciousness) but it was hard to relax as you floated 4 foot off the floor with nothing supporting you at all.
Emily was placed upon a table shackled spread eagled. Emily wasn’t sure how much time passed or indeed if she had lost her grip on consciousness but before she knew it Blue eyes was entering the room with a clip board.
“Let’s see, chest size, clothes size, eye colour, hair colour and blood type we have.” He said taping the clip board. Emil studied the movement of the pen.
/Knowledge is a weapon/ she remembered the saying but could not recall who had said it or where she had heard it.
Groggily she watched them she heard a tape measure and felt them measuring her legs, arms, her height, chest, stomach and fingers. Every thing was precise, every thing was detailed and Emily noted he enjoyed the control that gave him.
As they worked Emily became more aware of her surroundings, her aches and pains and the fact she was cold.
“Right” he said setting the clip board on her stomach “let’s take a look at this leg wound.”
She yelped as he explored the wound, he walked away and came back pouring a potion into a glass the colour of it was like peach pulp he slipped a straw into it and held the straw to her lips she hesitated then took the straw between her lips and emptied the potion. She struggled not to gag and to swallow the substance because of the vile taste.
The effects were almost immediate and she laughed.
“You drugged me?” she whispered. She felt no fear, no apprehension in fact she felt rather content and she couldn’t even force herself to be worried.
“Yup” came the matter of fact answer.
“But it healed my leg” Emily added cheerfully she knew she should be worried, scared and defensive but he had given her rose tinted glasses.
“Lets begin the tests?”
“Tests?”
“Don’t sound so worried angel, you’ll like these”