BOOK 4 of the ORPHIC Series
DISENTHRALL
/ˌdisənˈTHrôl/
set free.
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When Lucille 'Lucy' Opal Baker starts adjusting to a world without Captain America and more government therapy sessions...
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"Hate comes in many forms, as many as there are hearts to feel it."
Cairo, Egypt January, 2025
THERE WAS DARKNESS AND solitude. That was all that mattered. There was darkness and solitude and chains clattering against the ground. That was– wrong. Wrong. Why were there chains? Groaning, Lucy lifted her head, grimacing at the darkness that no longer accompanied her.
She blinked at the white lights glaring down at her from the ceiling, a sharp buzzing sound echoing in her ears.
Slowly, Lucy tried to stand.
Her knees slammed against the ground as shackles around her ankles stopped herself from rising. She clenched her jaw, eyes darting across the room. Two familiar steel tables, medical equipment, and lab coats hung about the room. She tried to use her abilities and faltered when nothing sparked under her fingertips.
Instead she was greeted by the sensation of electricity sparking through her body. She collapsed to her side, panting as she did so. Her heart raced rapidly in her chest as she shook her hair out of her face.
She leaned downward, kneeling again.
The doors to the room opened and Lucy grimaced as she leaned her head back against the wall behind her. She exhaled as Henry stepped inside, looking furious. She didn't say anything, frowning as he pulled himself onto one of the steel tables. That wasn't right at all. She tried to stand again, unsure, confused. But she remained anchored where she was.
What was this? Was she dreaming?
It felt too real for her to be dreaming.
What was she seeing? It hurt her head.
Henry's face blurred and Lucy felt a hand against the nape of her neck. She shook the hand off, her breath coming out short and panicked.
What was going on?
Her eyes lifted to see Nephthys in the other corner of the room, staring at her with wide eyes. She reached out to her, saying something Lucy couldn't hear. She furrowed her brows, straining to get closer to the goddess.
Instead she found the entire room shifting, changing. Nephthys was more desperate now, shouting at her.
Lucy couldn't hear a thing she was saying.
The chains around her dissipated.
Slowly, Lucy examined her surroundings.
The ground behind her was soft– carpet. The room eerily resembled that of her living room. The fireplace crackled quietly. She pulled herself to stand. Paused. Looked down at her hands.
