Evocation

Chapter 5- Unforeseeable Future

Our post-coital bath was not fun nor sexy as we scrubbed our bodies, all too nervous to say anything to each other.

When we were done and dried off, I slipped a shirt over my head and climbed into my bed, tired.

"Are we actually allowed to stay?" Fenix says, edging towards the door.

"Yes," I tell him nervously. For what reason I have to be nervous, I couldn't tell you. I just let Daegan watch Fenix fuck me. I should have nerves of steel.

Fenix slowly walks over to my bed and lays in it, then presses up against me so there is room for Daegan to lay on his other side. I lightly stroke the stubble on his cheek, content to be touching him.

"We probably need to leave soon," Daegan says with a yawn. "Sunrise is in a couple hours."

I groan, rubbing my eyes. "You two get some sleep, I'll go find Lorcan; get the ship ready to sail."

"Or..." Fenix pulls on my hand, like a child trying to get his mother's attention, "you could stay here and sleep with us. We need it."

I give a pitiful laugh. "We do," I agree. "But it's not safe."

"Why don't we lie down for a few minutes then get up together? Aftercare is important and I'm needing some," Daegan says, scooting into Fenix's side.

"Five minutes," I concede, laying down and closing my eyes. "But then we'll get up."

.....

None of us got up after five minutes. In fact, all of us quickly fell asleep in each other's arms. It felt safe and warm and just what we needed after our passionate experience.

It is quickly ended when a bell begins to ring.

"Fuck, do you hear that?" Daegan shouts, shaking the bed and waking me up.

I shoot up out of bed and quickly begin dressing myself.

"I'm still too tired," Fenix whines sounding hungover.

Daegan is right with me putting on clothes as fast as possible.

"Fenix, I'm going to need you to give a shit about The Evocation for one more day. That's three bells at a time. We have attackers." I shove some pants at Fenix as I remind him.

Daegan finishes tying his boots in record speed and is out of the room fast. Fenix climbs out of bed and begins to put on his clothes. I finish before him and run out the door, unsheathing my sword from the holster at my hip.

As I turn to run to the front of the ship, my hair is pulled on hard. I yelp and drop my sword, attempting to protect my poor scalp from the burning sensation. A long strip of rough fabric is tied around my mouth, and a bag put over my head before I can see who is doing this to me.

I swing my elbows and feet wildly, attempting to throw off this fucker. A sharp pain shoots through my arm and the world inside this brown bag fades to black.

.....

My stomach lurches and my head pounds. I open my eyes to find a good spot to vomit, but everything is dark and the world is spinning. And my mouth is covered. I struggle to keep my stomach calm because throwing up into fabric and filling up this bag -cinched up around my neck- with vomit doesn't sound like a pleasant way to spend my foreseeable future. Or I guess, not seeable. Ha.

The boat rocks and my stomach lurches again. I wonder where I am. It must be a small boat to be affected so harshly by the waves. I'd love to ask or look around if someone could so kindly remove the bag on my head.

My hands are tied behind my back but my legs are free. I slowly push them around, feeling for anything of importance. My foot gets kicked by someone who grumbles but otherwise doesn't respond.