For Centuries: Book 2 Of The Godling Series (Sequel To Killing Garmin)

Chapter 18

Morgan's POV

It has been about five days or so since I was taken from the factory and I have never been in so much pain. Ever. My eyes have become more used to the darkness so I can now see different things of torture. I need to get out of here.

I look at the chains then the wood poles. If I could just-

The door comes open and I see Avail Firi coming towards me.

"Aren't you tired of this?" I choke out.

"No," he replies. "I'll never get tired of torturing someone. Especially someone like you."

He kicks me in the stomach then grabs me by the hair and shoves my head against the floor. You have no idea how much that hurts. With the chains attached to the poles, it pulls down my arms into a bad position. I try to get his grasp off of my head but am unsuccessful.

Avail Firi steps on my head and glares down at me.

"Maybe I should just kill you now..." he says. "But what's the fun in that?"

He lets go of my head then walks behind me. He kicks my back then my side. Avail Firi walks back in front of me. I know this because I see his feet. I use some of my precious energy to look up at him. He smirks.

"So pathetic," he says."I'll be back tomorrow. "

He walks away and out the door. I can feel blood running down my face. The color of blood is beautiful but the feeling is gross. I look at the poles. I have to get out of here. That's pretty much my only thought these days. Maybe if I can burn away the pole with my lightning...

It's worth a try. I extend my fingers and try to shoot out lightning. I sigh when it doesn't work. I can barely move. How did I expect to be able to shoot lightning? Ugh. I need to get out of these chains. I'll try one more time... I close my eyes tightly and extend my fingers.

And lightning shoots out.

Thank the gods! Never mind. Thank Zeus! My arm limply falls down to my side. That feels so good. I extend my other fingers and shoot lightning out after awhile. I put out my other arm to catch myself. Bad choice. It causes a searing pain through my arm and it gives out. I fall face first on the floor.

I grunt in effort as I slowly lift myself off the floor. Now, it's time to try and stand. I put my hands flat against the ground and push myself up. I grab a tall , thick splinter of the wood and use it to stand. I get to my feet.

Just to start falling again.

I put the stick in front of me to keep my balance, almost impaling myself. I try to stand up more straightly, but my legs start giving out. I lean against the stick and take a small step. Ow. I take another. Ow. I slowly but surely walk to the door and open it a small crack to see if anybody's around.

I don't see anybody so I slowly walk out. Well, I have no idea where I am. I glance around and head for the nearest door that looks like the way out. I open it and walk through.

It isn't the way out. I turn around but the door is closed and locked.

What the...

I suddenly feel more energy pulse through my body and feel my strength come back. Okay, this is getting really weird.

"Morgan?" I hear a voice say.

Is it just the voices in my head or did I just hear Tristan say my name? I turn around and see Tristan walking up to me.

"How did you-" I start.

But stop when he comes up to me and slams me against a wall of the room, causing mostly my burns to be two times more painful.

"What the fu-"

I have no idea what's going on. How would Tristan get in here? It doesn't make any sense. Why would he slam me against a wall? Something's messed up here.

Tristan's mouth goes onto my neck as he trails kisses down to my collar bone.

"What're you doing?!" I shriek and push him away.

There's an unfamiliar glint in his eyes. I don't know if this makes any sense, but that's not Tristan. I can't explain it. His eyes... Aren't the same. He approaches me again and shoves me against the wall again.

He kicks my legs out from under me. And kicks me in the gut.

Yup, definitely not Tristan. Not the one I know. He drags me off the floor and shoves me back to the wall. I clench my teeth as it causes even more pain from my burns. He shoves me harshly against the wall again. I push him away again.

I don't know what's going on. This can't be Tristan, can it?

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