[DISCONTINUED] Protector (Zane X Reader) Book 2

Chapter 5

Your P.O.V

The name echoed around in my mind ten minutes after we had spoken.

I still couldn't forget it. Somewhere deep down, I knew him somehow. But that was just it, I didn't know how exactly.

The guards let me leave with no argument, and once I was out of sight from them, I morphed back into my regular outfit.

It felt good to have my whole face covered once more, and I sighed at the comfortable feeling of my armor wrapped around my body, giving me a sense of protection.

But then I looked around and puffed out a breath in utter annoyance.

I forgot where the cave was...

Slapping my forehead was an added gesture to my stupidity, but then I focused on looking around for anything familiar.

"Trees." That was all I could conclude, thus making me regret my ability to ignore everything until I needed something.

The bushes behind me rustled.

I whipped around, two daggers in my palms, thirsty for blood.

Then, the bushes behind me rustled again.

I whipped around once more, only to once again find I was the only one here.

I couldn't feel anyone's presence or energy, but then the bushes on both my left and right rustled.

Choosing to look to the left, I saw a large figure leaving the bush.

My eyes widen at the variety of scar tissue on his face.

Slits, slashes, gashes, 'x' shapes, and so much, much more covering his body.

Then, I turned to my right, and saw a guy with the same build. He had scars too, but covered them with tattoos.

I growled, hoping they would catch onto my animalistic aura and back off, but they just continued to draw nearer.

Soon enough, I was surrounded by men of all shapes and sizes, some fat, some thin, some tall, some the size of a ten year old.

I gulped, seeing all of their weapons and the gleam in their eyes.

Their intentions were foggy, but I realized what they wanted as a buff one spoke, "Didn't your parents ever tell you not to wander off into the woods at night?"

"I could say the same to you." I replied, daggers at the ready.

"So you're a lady. That makes this all the more fun." Then, his mouth split into a grin, one with malevolent intent.

I felt sweat drip down my neck, and my breath hitched.

"Hey, before we sell you to our client, why don't we have some fun?" He said, and his friends laugh.

I growled. "Sorry, I'm not into bestiality." Was my reply, and every single one of them froze.

Then, some guy a couple feet away from the buff one grit his teeth and spit at me. "Whatever bitch. Come with us with no fight or we'll make sure you lose the ability to use the right side of my body."

I laughed at that, but stopped when they all took a daring step forward.

"You boys should know, I have a bit of a reputation of not being so merciful. I'll give you one more chance to back off." It was their turn to laugh. I just shrugged, and quickly put my daggers away.

"So, you're surrendering after all." A short one asked, all twelve of the men chuckling at what this meant.

"On the contrary," I slowly slid my bow off of my shoulders and placed an arrow inside. "I'm setting up."