Arwick (A Light Of Roria Sequel)

Chapter Fifteen

*** WARNING!!!***

 This chapter contains depictions of assault and may affect readers sensitive to those storylines!!!

Staci

"Where are you taking me?" I sobbed. He hadn't let go of my hair, dragging me by the roots until I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. No matter how much I struggled to break free of his grasp, the jerk wouldn't budge.

When we reached a black door with a small barred opening, the man standing beside it gave me the creepiest grin that caused my skin to shiver. "Once you've had your way with her, I'll take a turn." He laughed.

"What!" I yelled just as the door flew open. There were chains connected to the wall and several whips dangling from a metal hook. "No!" I shouted, bending my knees to drop to the floor. It was my last-ditch effort to keep the sick freak from obviously doing what he had in mind for me. "I won't let you!"

Tossing me into the room, I hit the ground hard before the door was quickly slammed. Scrambling to my feet, I ran for the whip, but he was faster and managed to grab me from behind before I'd gone more than five steps.

His arms were wrapped around me, and he lifted me from the ground while I kicked my legs at his shins. He pressed his face to my cheek before whispering in my ear. "When I finish with you, you'll be begging for more of me." His low voice tried to sound seductive but only made me want to vomit.

When he forced me to the floor, I jerked back and forth, shifting my weight from side to side, trying to fight him off me. Soon he managed to get one of my wrists clasped to a chain before reaching for my free hand. I could feel my heart in my throat, and I continued to scream and fight, my teeth clenched at the sheer effort I had made to twist my wrist away from him, but he was stronger, and soon both hands were chained. "No, no, no!" I cried, looking toward the small opening of the door. The man on the other side was peering in on us, watching like a total perv.

Once he started removing his armor, I rose to my feet, yanking my arms up, just hoping the chains would come loose. "I'll use divinity on you!" I yelled with my hand outstretched, warning him to stay back.

His laugh was as twisted as his perverted soul. "You have no sword. But please, do try."

"I-I don't need a sword!" I cried. "I'm a fairy!"

"Really?" He hadn't stopped removing his armor the entire time, pulling even his long tunic over his head. "And where are your markings?"

"They've been concealed!" I could hear the fear in my own voice and knew he could too. It angered me how weak I must have sounded to him, and it only made me cry harder.

"No one is stopping you, she-fairy." He took his time saying it, mocking me like I'd been lying. "Use your pixie dust and strike me down."

Closing my eyes, I tried to imagine a blade in my hand, wishing I would somehow produce it. With every ounce of my concentration, I knew if I could just push myself hard enough, it would appear, but nothing came. No stupid shiny dust or small blade formed, leaving my hand and heart as empty as ever.

With another sickening laugh, he made his way toward the whip. "Just as I thought," he said before taking it off the wall.

An ache burned in my chest while I still tugged at the chains. Why can't I do this? I thought. Divinity was always a thousand miles away from me, and I couldn't reach it.

When he started to move toward me, I rushed backward, and it was right then that Addisyn's words came to mind. About how I had to let go of myself and surrender to divinity, but that didn't make sense. I liked who I was, and I didn't want to lose myself just because some supernatural force wanted me to. I wasn't weak, and I didn't need some crutch. I knew that I might not be able to use divinity (and truthfully, I was beginning to realize a part of me didn't want to) to get out of this, but I wasn't about to roll over and let him violate me.

His slimy hand tried to snatch my arm, but I managed to dodge it. That was when he tackled me down. He pressed his knees into my thighs before slapping me across the face. The sting on my cheek made me wince, but I wasn't going down yet. I punched him again and again, but not even when I'd drawn blood did the man seem to flinch. Instead he smiled, like he enjoyed my resistance. I tried to kick my feet, but his weight held me down, and he began to tie my ankles together with the whip.

Grabbing my cheeks, he squeezed my face so tight I whimpered from the pain. His lips pushed on mine, and when I tried to turn my head away, he only gripped me tighter. I could smell the sweat of his skin as I groaned in disgust, causing him to laugh before dragging his tongue along the side of my face.

When his hands touched the button on my jeans, I couldn't stop my own screaming. "No! Stop! Stop!" I wanted it to end. I wanted to die rather than face what he was about to do. I felt a rage burn in my chest that was turning to hate. Hate for where I was. Hate for Addisyn's destiny leading me here. Hate for discovering I wasn't even human. Hate even for divinity. It was small at first but grew rapidly, like fire in a dry field, and before I knew it, I was screaming at the top of my lungs, grabbing on to all my hate, knowing I could use it against him. Sure enough, I was right, and black smoke formed a blade in my hand. His mouth fell open, completely shocked. Honestly I could hardly believe it myself, but that shock gave me time to fight back, and I slammed the blade right into his skull.

His face seemed frozen, and there was no emotion in his eyes before he toppled over to the side. Quickly undoing the whip, I clasped the button of my jeans back together, thankful he hadn't managed to pull them off yet. Standing to my feet, I hadn't even realized I'd been breathing so hard until my vision began to blur, and my shaky legs began to give out, sending me falling to the ground.

Something inside me felt dark and strange, like a living force had managed to crawl underneath my skin and make itself right at home. It seemed to be feeding off my anger and fear, and I realized whatever it was had just come out to say hello, allowing me to use the power it gave me. I wanted to be grateful, but I wasn't an idiot. I'd allowed myself to use dark magic, and what was worse, I couldn't decide whether I was angry or satisfied.