I was roaring then, over and over.
“Get the fuck off me!”
“I hate you! I hate the sight of you! Don’t touch me! Don’t speak to me!”
A sudden weakness took me over, and I didn’t even get the chance to fight it.
It was so strong, so… overwhelming.
Blackness took me.
I floated back to consciousness.
There was no sign of his magic surging nearby.
I strained to make out more.
He wasn’t standing in the doorway either.
Good.
Fucking good.
I didn’t want to see his fucking face.
I’d kill him! I’d fucking kill him!
I sucked in a harsh breath—or several.
I couldn’t… I needed to figure out where I was, what was happening.
Then… then the rest would come after.
It took a few moments of struggling and blinking, but my vision cleared sufficiently, then I scanned my surroundings.
I was bound against a dark stone wall, those white glowing bands all over my body, and my feet had been forced into that black gooey substance that tethered the restraints—Nihilumbra.
Fuck.I couldn’t call my magic while I was trapped in this nightmare substance.
Trapped and bound, yet in some sort of luxurious room?
I remembered him stripping and binding me when we’d first arrived because I’d been in a hysterical state. But because I’d been in that state, I hadn’t taken anything else in, and he’d intensified theNihilumbrato such an extreme degree that I’d passed out.
What was—what was this room down here in his revered Sanctus?
Why all the luxury? For a prisoner like me?
It was all severe angles and towering arches. Thin veins of midnight-blue light traveled through the walls and pillars, pulsing softly. More like eerily.
There was a sunken pool at the center of the polished black floor, a spiral of that familiar shade of blue rising from the water. Deep purple drapes framed the alcoves, trimmed with gold tassels. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. A large bed was covered in quilted blankets, velvet throws, and tons of pillows in blues and charcoal. Luxurious rugs in deep reds and glossy golds covered areas of the floor, offering a softness to the black stone. There was even a seating area all lush and cozy too.
Or meant to be. There was nothing positive about it to me. It was just like an illusion.
Worse, because I could see Ruxnoth’s intention behind it all.
More fucking manipulation.
More false comfort.
