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“Oh Thalia. Oh, you poor, unwitting little thing.” The amusement in Agatha’s voice only stokes the panic beating through me. “I can’t wait to watch him shove this monstrosity inside of you.”
“No! Don’t! Don’t do this!”
As I wait for him to violate me, a warm fluid saturates my clothes. The strong scent of ammonia tells me it’s piss. The bastard pissed on me.
Wretched sounds of Agatha’s cackling has me screwing my eyes shut, while Titus finishes relieving himself on me, and I open them in time to catch the back of him as he strides out of the room.
“That’s too bad. However painful it might’ve been, I’m certain that Titus would’ve made a much less terrifying sire than my uncle …. Hendrick!” The sound of her shout skates down my spine, and I’d love nothing more than to listen to her gagging on her own blood. “Hendrick, come here, please!”
One of the guards steps into the room, a gun strapped across his chest.
“Please escort Thalia down to solitary. First cell.”
“Ma’am?”
“You heard me. I’m sure our happy little Rager is ready to breed something again.”
Chapter 20
My screams echo down the hallway, as two guards grip tight to my arms, dragging me toward the solitary cells. Another guard, one I recognize as the bird killer, leads the way.
“What’s going on here? What are you doing?” The second Tom gets to his feet, the lead guard pushes him back, causing the older guard to topple backward. “What are you doing? Put her down!”
Wriggling and screaming in their grasp, I try to break free, but to no avail, as the guard ahead of us opens the cell where the Rager is held. Panic squeezes my lungs, banishing the air from my chest, and with a hard shove against my back, I stumble forward, falling to my knees. Concrete scrapes across my skin, and I twist around, scrambling for the door as it slams shut.
“No! No! Let me out of here! Please! I’m begging you!”
The sound of clicks and growls from behind set my teeth on edge, and my neck is so stiff, I can hardly twist to look at the Rager I know is somewhere behind me. With slow movements, so as not the startle it, I turn around, back flat to the wall, and I’m greeted by the shadow of a figure. Memories of the night in the cave play inside my head. The night the Rager scrambled over top of me.
“Tom! Tom! Please let me out! Please!”
No answer.
The guard doesn’t appear at the door.
No one is going to save me this time.
Every cell in my body quivers, as I mentally count off the seconds to the moment this thing rapes me, or eats me alive. I’ve heard they eat the flesh down to the bone sometimes.
And then polish off the bones afterward.
“Please!”
The Rager lurches toward me, and I let out a scream.
Inches away from me, it skids to a halt and sniffs the air. It snarls and snaps its teeth at me, its ruined lip twitching. On a hiss, it lurches again, but stops short of me, and quickly scrambles back.
As if … it’s afraid … of me?
Swallowing a gulp, I don’t take my eyes off the thing as I try to figure out why the hell it hasn’t attacked me yet. The one in the cave didn’t hesitate, after all.
It snaps its jaws again and growls, but with a step toward me, it hisses again and backs away.
“Get away from me!” I shout, and the Rager flinches, backing itself further into the shadows. “Go! Get away!”
The room almost appears empty, save for the small bit of light shining in from the hallway. After a few more minutes, it still hasn’t tried to attack.
Weak with exhaustion, I finally break down, as the weight of it all presses against my shoulders, and I slide down the wall. As soon as my behind hits the concrete, I notice something on the floor beside me.
