The Clash Of Drakkon: Book Four Of The Drakkon Series

Chapter Thirty-Four

Alessandra Drakkon

Queen of the Drakkon Empire

I had been in the pit longer than usual, normally the pain of their bites just made it all go by in a blur, while at the same time making me remember every second of it, but this time was longer, that I knew for sure. My voice had gone hoarse from screaming, and yet when a new one bit me screams still burst out of me as their venom clashed with all the other venom in my system.

But I knew for sure that I had been in the pit longer than normal, because usually none of the Nisha would leave, they would stay until I was taken out, but some of them had pulled away and left, having had their fill, meaning I was in here much longer than normal, I still hated this pit, dreaded it deep in my gut. I still had my clarity, clear thinking, but all it did was allow me to fully endure the pain, clarity did nothing for me when I couldn't move or fight, when I could do nothing but scream and endure the pain.

I was exhausted, long past hoping I would just pass out from the pain, I knew I never would, no Cyrian was too cruel to ever allow me to be unconscious for my punishment, the blood they fed me was to make sure I didn't die, as well as allowing my body to heal me enough not to pass out. It was never said directly to me, but I knew the truth, Cyrian was getting frustrated with my growing ability to overcome the venom, and yet my resistance to him only made him desire me more.

It was a strange way of thinking, he wanted to make me submit to him, while desiring my resistance, clearly, he did not understand what he wanted, that what he wanted was impossible, the bride he wanted was a figment of his imagination that would never come true. He could manipulate me with the venom, he could punish me in the pit, but that would not change the fact that even now my Solveig genes were adapting to the venom pulsing through my veins, forcing my body to evolve to fight off its effects. I still couldn't hate him even now, the venom still had that grip over me, but people also killed the ones they loved all the time, the venom caused love would not stop me from harming him, I only needed a bit more time and I would overcome it. It was either him or me, and I was not willing to die in his place.

I'm abruptly jerked up by my chain and I can't help but release a small sigh of relief for this punishment to finally be over. It may not have broken me, but that did not mean I wanted to endure it either. The Nisha release me easily, knowing full well that if they didn't Cyrian would likely kill them all, in truth when he first put me in here, I was surprised, I didn't think he would want anyone but him to taste my blood, my fear, my pain, but it seemed that he was becoming desperate.

In truth I filled in most of the qualities for his dream bride, but that didn't make me his bride, I didn't want to be here, which meant I wasn't truly his, and he knew it, yet I knew he would never be able to let me go. I was his most prized possession, even after this punishment, in his mind I would still care for him, I wouldn't blame him for doing something that was necessary to keep me by his side. I could ask for a solar system and he would probably give it to me, he wanted me to love him, to be a true husband and wife pair, but at the same time he wanted to possess and control every aspect of me, not realizing that wasn't what a wife and husband were supposed to be, that was instead the relationship between a master and a slave.

Finally with a harsh jerk I reach the top of the pit again, Nasir smirks at me cruelly. "Welcome back your majesty." I scowl at him, my throat feeling sore from all the screaming and yet I couldn't help but ask.

"How long was I done there?" My voice is soft and raspy, but the words cause Nasir's smirk to deepen.

"Almost a full day, his majesty thought you could benefit from a longer infusion. He's summoned you, but you'll need to be cleaned first of course, letting yourself get so filthy, truly disgraceful." I glared at him but didn't speak a word, knowing that if I did they would only see fit to throw me down the pit again, Nasir would just have to tell Cyrian that I was still too willful and needed a longer time down there, he would be completely believed because my moments of clarity had not always caused me to act the smartest.