Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
Seraphina
It was always difficult to guess what type of torture evil men enjoyed most. Every vile soul was different.
Darren Radnor, Ty’s father, preferred the desecration of the flesh.
He made that very clear with both of my sisters.
It pained me that I wasn’t the one to kill him.
Alas, Morax received that honor. At least with his power he was able to show me the memory.
Seeing that fucker’s body explode into bloody pieces was practically orgasm material.
The thought that he was able to touch Michaela the way he did before his death brought a pulse of power into my veins.
I stopped suddenly, the rush of magic flowing through me enough to quiet the blood oath. Laszlo turned sharply and hissed in irritation. Two guards grabbed my arms, and he forced my chin up to stare into his eyes.
“Seraphina.” He snarled my name like it was his favorite word and biggest regret. “You. Are. Mine. Let the power rush you’re feeling go. To please me.”
My eyes blazed with fire power, but I wasn’t strong enough to control it.
His words pressed into my skin, and the power drifted away, settling out of reach within me.
If only I was strong enough to channel my power, I was certain I could beat him.
Belial’s words slithered through my mind, and I gritted my teeth, forcing the allure of his offer from my thoughts.
There had to be a way to escape without breaking my bonds to the princes.
Just thinking of them sent a rush straight to my clit.
I was fucking horny for those assholes. Every moment I spent with them was pure bliss.
And I loved them, damnit. It seemed impossible that someone like me could feel so much, so deeply.
Laszlo’s guards shoved me into a chair, and he circled me like a predator, searching for weaknesses within his prey. One of the guards handed him a knife, and the sharp edge glinted in the low light of the room.
“Tell me, Seraphina,” Laszlo drawled, stopping in front of me. “How many times did you stab Samuel?”
I scoffed. “Not enough.”
“Answer,” Laszlo snapped.
The need to obey surged through my veins. “Eleven glorious stabs.”
He smiled, and I hated that the pleased look on his face made my blood sing. Laszlo extended his arm slowly, offering the dagger to me. “You will stab yourself, eleven glorious stabs.”
My hand trembled as I took the knife. In my soul, I wanted to turn the blade on him and end this here and now, but the oath burning in my veins refused.
Instead, I turned the fucking thing on myself, stabbing into my left thigh.
Each stab brought my screams closer to the surface, but I refused to give him that satisfaction. He would not have my cries.
Laszlo Blackbyrn snapped at the guards to leave the room after the fourth time the blade pierced my flesh. As soon as they were gone, his pants dropped and he fisted his cock, stroking.
“Again,” he groaned. “Shove the blade into your pretty thighs for me like a good little toy. Now just below your navel.”
Tears burned the backs of my eyes as I stabbed myself again and again.
I could feel the power within me swirling and sizzling, healing even as I stabbed myself once more.
The pain was fucking awful, but still I refused to scream.
A single moan escaped my lips, and Laszlo’s answering groan of pleasure brought bile up my throat, threatening to spill over.
His stupid cock throbbed and pulsed as he came, mixing with the bloody mess on my thighs.
After the eleventh stab, I dropped the blade and let my body slump in the chair, closing my eyes. A shadow hovered over me, and I cracked one eye open to stare up at my captor.
“Pathetic.” I spat the word at him.
Laszlo slapped my face hard enough to sting, but not nearly enough to hurt. He was trying to humiliate me, but I’d already been at rock bottom and his games wouldn’t work on me. I refused to let them.
My smirk irritated him, and his next strike across my cheek was hard enough to bust open my lip.
And yet I grinned, blood coating my teeth.
“There is nothing you can do to me, Laszlo. You will not break me. Anything you demand from me comes from that fucking oath. You will never have my submission willingly.”
The Obscuritas King snapped his teeth in my face, rage etched into his features. “We shall see.”
I may have spoken too soon. It was now hour three of being chained up to a saltire cross, completely naked and at his mercy. Laszlo’s preferred method of torture wasn’t just physical assault, it was humiliation. He hadn’t touched me since slapping my face earlier.
His guards brought me to a series of rooms with a multitude of torture devices.
The cross was located in the corner of a room with only one small window and zero cozy furniture.
Laszlo commanded me to strip and step up to the cross, where the guards fastened stellatium chains to my wrists and ankles.
Stellatium was the only metal that could truly harm a daemon or lumen.
It dampened our power and burned like a bitch.
Once I was in position, Laszlo took a seat in a chair that resembled a gaudy-as-hell throne and ordered the guards to masturbate.
Sticky cum clung to my legs where one guard unloaded himself.
The other, well, he had stage fright. Unfortunately, my laughter was not welcomed, and Laszlo allowed him to piss on me instead.
My body was essentially a fraternity house floor at this point.
When it was over and the guards left and my unbothered smirk remained, Laszlo stabbed me in the abdomen with a slim blade and stalked out of the room.
It was regular steel, and the wound closed by the time night fell.
And so I remained, weakened by blood loss, bound and gross, but blessedly alone.
My senses were heightened, even dulled by the stellatium, and I could make out muffled voices and several heartbeats somewhere nearby.
It was strange, having all this power, these new abilities.
The fact that Lailah was able to grow up with her power while Michaela and I were left in the dark was more than a little irritating.
The memories of my time in this world were more like dream sequences.
Flashes of soft, white sand and bright-blue ocean.
A forest with lush trees taller than skyscrapers.
This world was mine, my home. And yet it was foreign.
I sighed. My arms ached and my skin itched, but the chains wouldn’t budge. What I needed was sleep, to let my body rest and maybe gain enough strength to fight back. Because if there was one thing I knew about Laszlo Blackbyrn, he was only just getting started with me.