He carefully unlocked her hands from the latches on the floor and reconnected them as quickly as he could, hooking them to the ceiling. It made him nervous to move her without help.
The first time he did, she had wrenched her hands from him and whipped him across the face with her chains before bolting to the front of the cave. She was stopped by Fear, who had just turned the corner when she neared the entrance. He’d grabbed her arms before she had any chance of escape.
Her magic had seared her from the inside at his touch and she’d dropped to the ground. He let her go just as quickly, as though he’d endured the shocking pain of her magic as well.
That was the farthest she’d ever made it, and since then, they’d taken much more care when they needed to move her.
But Solveig had no desire to escape today. She wanted to keep him talking. If Latham was close, she’d have a better chance of escaping with more information.
She hung by her chains from the hook, barely able to touch the ground with her toes. The loose outfit she wore left little to protect her. The clothes she’d been captured in had long ago been destroyed and now they kept her in ill-fitting linen pants that hung off her thin frame and a large cotton undershirt that had smelled of rain. A large tear gaped across the middle and one of the sleeves was scorched.
It was still relatively new, but the comforting smell was gone.
Hecircled her, making sure all the locks were in place, yanking on the irons latched around her ankles, no doubt remembering the time he was careless and hadn’t secured them properly.
Water had walked in on Solveig choking the life out of him with her thighs wrapped around his neck. That was the day she’d been whipped until she blacked out. When she came to, he was still lashing her. She shuddered at the memory. It had been worth it to almost kill him though.
Her wrists were already aching from the strain of metal shackles supporting her weight. Once he was certain she was well secured, he stood in front of her.
“I had to stop using any kind of fire since it makes you scream the loudest. I truly missed it.”
Phantom licks of fire scorched the skin from her body at the mention of fire, the taste of ash in her mouth, her lungs full of thick black smoke. The tension of Fear’s neck as he sat the entire week listening to her screams.
“I couldn’t use any of my fun instruments either. But I got to use my hands.” He was so close to her now. She imagined his eyes were as black and soulless as the mask he wore.
He embraced her like they were lovers—the feel of his hard dick pressed against her exposed skin made her want to vomit.
“Hands have their advantages, you know.” His hands slid slowly from her back, one going to her hair and the other roaming down her spine, splaying across her backside. He forced her even closer so her hips were pressed firmly against him.
“Feel that, puppet—feel what you do to me.” His hot breath snaked across her neck as he whispered in her ear.
Not much to feel, thankfully.
“Just as I make you scream in pain, I can make you scream with pleasure.” The hand in her hair tightened.
I seriously doubt you can do anything pleasurable with such a small tool.
“Just say the word and I’ll tear into you right here—make you come so hard your pussy will explode.”
Ah yes, the sweet sounds of seduction. What every female wants—her pussy exploding.
His hand crept to the front of her pants and Solveig tried to force herself to vomit on him, but her stomach wouldn’t cooperate. Though nauseated, she was malnourished and had nothing in her stomach to purge.
Just as his hands were about to dip below her waistband, her magic shot through her veins and a voice sounded from the front of the cave.
“Enough,” Fear growled. She’d never heard him speak above a whisper, and it was jarring to hear his voice so loud, though still gruffly disguised. Fear came closer and yankedhimaway from her.
“Touch her like that again and you’ll lose your hand. And unlikeher,I doubt your injury would heal so fast.” He spoke about her with such disgust, and she didn’t think it was warranted given she was the one in chains.
“I’m under orders to extract the information in any way I damn well please—”
“And I am under orders to keep you in line. Do whatever else you want with her, I don’t care, but do nottouchher.” Fear drew himself to his full height and towered over the other. The authority in his voice was clear, andhebacked down. Fear nodded once, then turned to Solveig. Back to business as usual.
“Who is the general of the Vanir legion known as the Southern Wilds?”
“Where is the Vanir camp located?”
“What orders do the queens give to the Vanir general?”
