11. Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
Kya
P axtor took his sweet time bringing me something to eat or drink. It had been hours of waiting. During that time, I stared out the window, watching the small piece of the sky I could see. Daylight was fading, and I could just see the top curve of their moon. I had nothing to do but sit there and wonder. At least it gave me time to think.
I couldn’t get Ryker out of my head. I missed him desperately. I missed his patience, his gentle demeanor. I missed his stories about the moons and the way he made me laugh. I stared at the sky-encompassing moon outside and wondered if there was a love story behind it too—or if it was alone like I was.
Like Ryker was.
I wondered if he was in just as much pain, with the same burning in his soul that threatened to consume him. I wondered if it would have been better if I had died rather than how I was feeling now—ripped from my world with a shattered bond.
The sound of the lock clicking brought me out of my thoughts. I wanted to feel relieved when Paxtor came into the room with a cup and a tray of food, but the look in his eyes, the way they hungrily trailed over my body, had me tensing with trepidation. He slowly shut the door, locking me in here with him.
I stiffened when he approached and relaxed only slightly when he set the tray on the other end of the bed and handed me the cup. I took it without hesitation and brought it to my lips. Foolish or not, I was so thirsty I didn’t care what it was and gulped it down while watching him over the rim of the cup.
Thank the Gods it was only water.
“Can I have more?” I asked, gesturing to the cup.
He said something in his language, shaking his head.
How inconvenient it was that I just happened to be trapped in another realm with people who spoke another language and didn’t speak mine when I was gifted magic that would have solved that issue, only for it to be taken away. The fucking irony.
Paxtor jutted his chin toward the tray of food, and once again, I didn’t hesitate. I ate the bread, some kind of meat, and a mashing of something I assumed to be like a strange vegetable. I chewed and swallowed so fast I didn’t even taste it, but it was such an amazing feeling to have a little weight on my stomach.
He watched me the entire time as if it was the most interesting thing in the world to him. Just as I was finishing, he slowly sat on the bed next to me. I eyed him warily.
He began to speak, and the only word I caught was ‘Diamond’, as he enunciated each syllable slowly like he was learning to pronounce it. I just stared at him. I didn’t know what he wanted from me.
I grabbed the tray and tried to hand it back to him. He smiled and pushed it aside before placing a hand mid-way up my thigh. I didn’t have to understand his language to know what that gesture, mixed with the heavy look in his eyes, meant.
Fuck this shit.
I slapped his hand away and bolted to the door. I nearly reached it before he grabbed the back of my shirt and threw me on the bed.
“No!”
He held me down with a victorious grin on his disgusting face. “Binda.”
The chains piled on the floor suddenly lifted and moved, crossing the room and wrapping around my wrists and ankles before securing me to the bed. I was completely bound, unable to move aside from thrashing in place—which I did with all my strength.
I tried to buck him off as he climbed over me, but he only seemed to enjoy that more. He pushed up my shirt, and aggressively fondled my breast.
“Get off me! Stop!”
The first thought that came to mind was to shift my wings, but with me bound on my back I could possibly break them.
His other hand began roaming over my body—my chest, my stomach, my waist. I thrashed harder once his hands reached down for the top of my pants.
He paused momentarily. He said something, pointed to the scratches on his face I had inflicted on him last night, and then pointed down to me with a cruel smile.
I spat at him. He flinched slightly before his lip curled into a sneer and reached up to wipe it off his face.
He looked at my spit on his hand then slapped me across the face with it, the sound bouncing off the walls. My head snapped to the side from the impact. The wet sting lingered on my skin as he roughly pulled down my pants and underwear to my ankles, exposing me completely.
I wouldn’t let this repulsive male have his way with me, be inside me. The thought alone threatened to waste the food I had just consumed.
He can’t have me. He can’t. I belong to Ryker.
I began screaming at the top of my lungs.
Paxtor punched me in the stomach so hard it knocked the breath out of me. I grunted, gasping for air. I couldn’t stop the tears as he spoke to me in a lust-filled tone, pulling out a length of fabric and fastening it over my mouth.
This can’t be happening.
My kicking and thrashing only seemed to excite him more...
Memories of girls I had saved from this exact situation in the past flashed through my mind. This was what they went through. And while I knew fighting wasn’t going to stop him, I tried anyway. Just like they did. And no one was going to come to save me…
“Please! Please, stop! Don’t do this!” I said, but my words were muffled through the cloth.
Paxtor ran his grubby finger up my slit. It was sickening. I could feel the bile creeping up from my stomach to my throat. I hoped he felt how fucking dry I was because he wasn’t getting a drop of arousal from me.
He said something without looking at me before he started fumbling with the fastenings to his pants. Thrashing harder, I looked away. I couldn’t watch. I didn’t want that image in my head. If I ever got back to Ryker and he saw…
Gods, please, please don’t let this happen.
I felt his hard cock rub against the inside of my thigh. His head came next to my ear as I faced the wall. Close enough to my arms, the chains used to hold me down…
I knew no one was going to save me like I had all those girls over the years. There wasn’t going to be a Roav bursting in and rescuing me from this horrid circumstance. But there was already one in this room right now. And I didn’t need rescuing.
I would save myself .
With Paxtor concentrated on angling himself, I stopped fighting, making him think I had given in. But just as he relaxed slightly, I bucked my hips hard and jolted him forward, making him slam the top of his head on the wall. I twisted my arm, using what little slack I had in the chain to wrap around the underside of his neck, and then used the chain on my other arm to constrict him from behind.
Then I pulled.
I turned my head to look at him, wanting to see the life leave his eyes as I strangled him with the very bindings he had used to hold me down. His mouth opened and closed, gasping for breath. The chains dug painfully into my skin, but I didn’t care. I’d lose my hands before I lost my dignity to this repulsive bastard. His fist came up and started striking my face over and over while his other hand tried to pry the chains from his throat.
My initial instinct was to let go and protect my face, but if I could hold out, if I could just take the searing pain, then I knew it would all stop soon.
I can take it. I can take it. Just a little longer.
A blue tint began to spread across his face, and I knew I was close. I tasted blood in my mouth, felt it trickling across my skin, and my jaw rattled under the constant battering.
Then a sound came from the door, and the weight of the male was torn from my murderous grip.
Daegel threw Paxtor against the wall, holding him by his throat. His voice was low and lethal, making a shiver run down my spine along with an instant flood of relief.
“Do not defile the Diamond!” Those words I understood. He pulled a knife from his waistband and twisted it between his fingers, leaning in close to Paxtor’s face. Paxtor gasped, sucking down air with his hand around his bruised throat. “And don’t even think about using a healing spell.”
Paxtor’s eyes went so wide, they bulged out of their sockets.
Daegel didn’t hesitate, severing Paxtor’s dick with a vicious swipe. He dropped him to the floor before wiping the knife clean on Paxtor’s sleeve.
I sucked in a sharp breath, shocked by the violent act.
Paxtor screamed through his gasps of pain, blood gushing from between his legs and pooling on the floor. He jerked violently, frantically grappling to stop the blood from pouring out of him.
“Silence,” Daegel boomed. “She was not to be harmed and you will suffer for what you did.”
Paxtor’s mouth closed as his screams turned into whimpers through his nose, and his entire body shook.
Still chained to the bed, all I could do was gape. But Paxtor’s compliance to Daegel’s orders—in my language—made me realize he was able to understand me the entire fucking time.
Daegel slowly turned on his heel to face me with a cold look on his face. He waved his hand, and the chains disappeared. “Did he fuck you?”
I shook my head, scrambling to pull my clothes back on with trembling hands and curling around myself.
“You’ll be fine then,” he said with a look of disgust.
With that, he turned back around and ordered Paxtor to leave—which he did despite his injury, trailing blood along the way as his severed appendage remained on the floor. Daegel followed and slammed the door shut. A grunt and the sound of something falling to the floor made me flinch. The lock of the door clicked into place, and I heard the sound of steps retreating. Just one set.
I couldn’t hold it in any longer as I bent over the side of the bed and hurled.