Wait… no, the ceilingwasthe window. I realised in the black darkness above me that there were faint shimmering lights. It was still night?
I heard something moving outside the door and I tensed. Quickly, I began tapping my sheath for… where the heck were my daggers!?
I looked down and realised that I had not a single weapon on my belt. They had taken both daggers, my sword, and my gun. My leather outfit had never felt this bare before. I waited, listening for more sounds. It was quiet once more andI proceeded silently, trying to find anything to use as a weapon.
When I glanced up, I saw dresses hanging on the closest wall. A wine-red slip dress with black lace, it looked soft and smooth. Next to it was a black dress with see-through arm pieces, the bust made like a corset.
No matter how pretty they looked, I missed my weapons. Instead of admiring the dresses, I raised my hand, focusing everything I had.
“Come on,” I whispered, annoyed. “Give me a little spark.” My hand heated for sure, but rather from the embarrassment of talking to it than the magic.
Why was it being suppressed?
Was something wrong with me?
My chest heaved, emotions swirling wild inside of me and yet the place wasn’t devoured by my flames.
The doorknob turned—someone was coming, but there was no time to hide or go for the element of surprise. I simply placed myself in front of the bed and saw two figures entering the room.
A man and a woman.
The man had horns curving up from his head, his eyes a vivid burning yellow. His figure was humanoid, yet his face looked… like a goat? I had to press my lips into a thin line to not burst into laughter.
As our eyes met he grinned, his brown hair tied back in a strange ornament.
My eyes darted to the woman, petite and calm, the pure opposite of the aura the man carried. Her hair was ebony, her eyes a mixture of brown and red. I had never seen a beauty like her before, I almost felt like a joke in my leathers now.
The man was clearly not human but the woman looked… normal. Like Malakai.
“You’re awake.” Her voice was flat, neither joy nor hatred in it as she stared at me.
“Where am I?” I shot back.
The man huffed as he began strolling towards me, I curled my hand into a fist, my entire body tensing.
He grinned, showing off his jagged teeth, his hand rising, like he prepared to grab hold of my hair. I shifted and he missed, then I shoved my elbow into his side before connecting my fist with his jaw.
The sound of the hit echoed in the room, but he only took one step back by my assault. His eyes flared, and smoke followed his breath as he exhaled.
The man lunged again, this time managing to grab my hair tightly and tugged me towards him.
I hissed and kicked for all it was worth, while he dragged me towards the woman who had made herself comfortable in the sitting area.
Right as he intended to shove me onto one of the couches, he stopped, taking a big whiff off me.
“Mmm, her flames smell good,” he sneered, his voice dragging out the ‘e’s’ and ‘o’s’ far too long. “Maybe I’ll take one little bite?”
“The King wouldn’t be happy if he finds bite marks on her,” the woman said, her voice still blank as a paper.
The man grunted. “Maybe I’ll just bite somewhere he won’t see?”
I clenched my teeth, spinning around as I kneed him full force between his legs. He coughed and faltered for a moment, before growling loudly and tightening his grip on me. “That’s it, I’m eating her.”
My eyes widened in panic as I saw his teeth coming at me, I struggled hard but I was locked in place.
All of a sudden, he stopped mere inches from me. I looked confused at him, as I saw his whole body trembling. His hand let me go and I stepped back, watching his arms and legs twitch and break as they were forced to bend in ways they weren’t meant to bend.
I held my breath watching the sickening display.
