The Enchanting Rapture (#1)

Chapter 27

Malani

     She yanked against the metal chair she was chained to, but the links refused to budge. Anger was alive and wild, running through her body is hectic streams. 

     Her eyes trailed around what Malani could see of the room she was being held in. The walls were enforced with steel and clean enough to where she could see her own reflection. There was a large bruise on the edge of her forehead, where her hairline began. Whoever caused it would die painfully.

     One single lightbulb hung above her from the black ceiling, providing a small amount of illumination.

     She had no idea how long she had been held there, but from how difficult it was to wake, Malani assumed she was being drugged. 

     Abruptly, somewhere a door opened and someone entered. Their large feet were loud as that person came closer. Malani chose to remain silent. 

     Her eyes were glued to the male as he finally came to stand in front of her. 

     "What happened to your face?" She questioned nastily, immediately catching the ugly scars by his mouth. 

     He sighed and crouched​ so they were at eye level with each other. "What happened to yours?" The fool retorted. 

     Malani laughed. "If you don't let me go right now, I'm going to fuck up more than your poor excuse of a face!

     He scratched his upper arm. "See, aren't you supposed to make your capturer feel good?"

     "If you unlock these chains," Malani said sweetly as she leaned forward as much as she could, "I'll make you feel all kinds of things." 

      He tapped a long, bony finger against his chin. "Tempting, how can I resist? But I'll have to... Pass!" 

     "My powers... I can't use them, why?" Malani demanded through gritted teeth. 

     The male with vibrant red hair grinned, stretching his hideous scars. "Ever heard of Bitter Reign?" 

     "Of course, but there is no way you could get a hold of a poison so rare!" Malani challenged. But panic began to set in. If he was using that on her, she was fucked! 

     "With Bitter Reign, it poisons those of true, god given, royal bloodlines. Say if they consumed it, someone like you, it temporarily halts their magic or gifts for however big the dosage is."

     "And how big was my dosage?" Malani interrogated, hoping he could only get his hands on a tiny amount. 

     He leaned in until his lips brushed against her ear. "Enough for some months, and guess what?" Malani jerked away, but she could only go so far. "I still have more! This is exciting, isn't it?"

     She hated whoever this bastard was, but at least she was able to see his face and keep it locked into her mind forever. 

     "You followed me? To the tavern before?"

     He stood back up, forcing her to look up. The male chuckled like she had said something highly hilarious. "No silly, I'm too big for that! I knew exactly where you would be before you even knew."

     "How?" Malani asked with furrowed eyebrows. 

     He grinned again. "I know everything, because I see everything." 

     "You're a seer?"

     "Wow, you're so intelligent!" He sarcastically answered with a roll of his eyes. Malani promised herself she would stab each eye forty times.