First Draft || Endless Bloodshed

14. Nightmare

As you've no doubt read I'm not a good spelling, frankly i suck a spelling but please don't go on about all my spelling mistakes, i will fix them. But it really brings my  confidence down allot and won't wanna write. I try my hardest to get the spelling right but there will always be something wrong.

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Deadly Darkness || Chapter Fourteen || Nightmare.

The first thing Kris noticed once she stopped her roar of angry, was that she was once again chained down.

And of course that there was another person in her glorified prison.

Who ever it was cowering away from her in a fetus position hiding their head between their legs, she could sense it.

All of it clearly said that they were petrified of her.

Kris's wolf Crimson howled pitifully hating that they had made this person fear them. Kris herself was confused too til she took in their scent; mate.

"I'm-I'm sorry" Kris stuttered the words felt weird coming from her, she hadn't said sorry in years.

The air shifted as he poked his head up, he didn't make a sound but she still felt his gaze on her. 

"I didn't mean to scare you, mate" she told him.

"My-my-my names Loki, your-r your Mors" He stuttered adorably

"Damn" snarled Kris, causing Loki to cry out.

"Sorry" she repeated, she hoped this wasn't going to be constant thing, she had never like apologizing.

"It's okay" Loki whispered.

"Can you unlock me, mate? I'd like to get up" she asked nicely.

What's gonna on with me? Why am I being so nice? It feels wrong to be nice.

Astonishment appeared to be the only emotion Kris could comprehend around Loki.

She just wasn't nice.

"I'm sorry" Loki whispered upset that he would have to disappoint his mate, but he was just to scared to go against his king. "Master Julian has commanded that you don't be released, as you are a risk. I'm sorry" he repeated.

The smell of salt filled the air as tears dropped from his eyes, he was already disappointing his mate.

Burning angry ignited in her at her mate calling her father 'Master' as if he was better then him.

As her heart ached at her mates pain, knowing she couldn't comforted him, Kris sighed and ready herself for the coming pain.

Closing the last bit of her eyes tight.

She counted down from five, "five, four, three, two," on two she twisted and yanked her arm through the cuffs. 

Without thinking of Ryder's gasp of shock and pulled her other arm through.

She grunted as tears stung her tears, she didn't let any drop.

Once she sat up she reached down and felt her hands. From her wrist and hands were skinned. Slowly the skin begun to regrow. The blood from her hands dropped onto the floor, until the skin developed and covered the scraps.

A warm body smashed into Kris pushing her back on what she assumed was a bed.

In return she wrapped her arms around him holding him close. She finally had her mate close.