Frasa yanked harshly at the cuff that encircled her wrist with all her might, yet it was to no avail. Blood trickled down the soft skin, a red ringlet encircling it. For the past hour, she had tried everything in her power to free herself from the object: squirming, trying to lift the enormous bed she was chained to, trying to pick the lock, even her artifice- which only showed her that the cuffs were not only impenetrable but also fire proofed- nothing worked.
She huffed, leaning against the mahogany bed post she was attached to and closed her eyes.
She had been surprised when the guards dragged her into a large home, the outside, which she briefly saw, made of a luminescent stone and built into the crater of a rock formation. Inside, the home was lavishly furnished, with thick silks and beautiful stone floors. The guards forced her into a room, one at least quadruple the size of her room at the Lytze's and chained her to the bed posts underside, leaving her to remain on the floor.
Despite the rooms size, it was minimally furnished. The chestnut colored bed stood in the center of the room. Large swooping drapes in light green enwrapped it. A wooden brown desk stood against the wall, lovely hand engravings enhancing its appearance. The only other object in the room was a tall dresser in a similar wood, and an additional door. To her left, Frasa could see two glass doors which led to the outside. Freedom just beyond reach.
The dark of night made the landscape impenetrable and all Frasa could think of was the panicked people that lay beyond it. She had quickly heard the terror of the crowd, parents screaming and chaos breaking out as she was dragged away. Guards scattered through the crowd clearly trying to seek out any other lingering assassins. She was only glad she hadn't seen the Lytze's or Bǎihédah. She couldn't have stomached to see the disappointment that would fill their eyes. Still, despite how she fought against the gaurds she was so weak. So unable to free herself. She didn't understand how she had managed her way into their firm clutch in the first place.
Frasa sighed deeply. Never had she hesitated for a kill. Perhaps it was something in the island air that made her delirious. Yet, she knew that her body had felt weak the moment she met the eyes of the Karz. Perhaps, he had a bewitching power she had not heard of.
Yes, surely that was it.
Frasa had never had this strange sensation before. The rolling of her belly like the incoming tide. A flattering sensation in her chest when she thought to the man's smile. An almost light headed delirium. Surely, he had powers she was unfamiliar with that elicited such a sensation in only a few mere seconds. Perhaps, that was how he neutralized his prey before going in for the kill.
Frasa's eyes shot open. No. She would not be prey.
She clenched her jaw and turned around, yanking as hard as she could against the bed ignoring the sting of her wrist. Harder! She ground her teeth, readying herself to use all possible strength to pull herself free. She yanked harshly against the bed, her feet delving into the floor. A squeak of pain escaped her as her wrist popped and a piercing pain shot through her. She blinked back the sting of her eyes and looked down at her dislocated wrist in horror.
"Oh my days-" she muttered, her lip trembling as piercing pain emanated down her elbow. Just past her wrist, the bed frame had moved a centimeter making a harsh laugh escape her lips.
The loud boom of a slamming door quickly stifled the sound coming from her mouth as she turned her body towards the door. Stiffening, her knees braced against her chest in preparation for the attack sure to come.
A moment later, loud footsteps echoed down the hall like the clap of thunder. Her gaze froze on the door, her body clenched.
With a swift motion, the door opened and he stalked in. In the clear light of the room, Frasa was stunned at how much more beautiful he was. His jaw was wide and sharp, not a trace of facial hair to be seen. His purple eyes were trained on her, sharp and unflinching. His lips she had admired for only a moment were pressed in a straight line, unrevealing of his emotions. His body though seemed much larger now as he towered above her figure stuck on the ground. She couldn't help as her mind flashed to a similar time when she was small and powerless at the hands of men much stronger and larger than her. Without meaning to, her body began to tremble.
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Ascension: Isle of Draconi
Fantasy"Tell me little bird, who hurt you?" ... Her family was known as the Plyndrës- pillagers of the north. They invaded lands, stole great treasurers, and murdered those who stood in their way. But, their sins could not go unpunished, especially when th...
