Feral Lust (Feral Souls Series - I) (18+) [Currently Editing]

three.

Celeste wriggled in her sleep, feeling uncomfortable while a groan escaped her lips. Her back was stiff because of lying on the floor for the moon knows how long, and she felt sore in all the places. She felt as if she had been run over by a herd of elephants. She winced as she struggled to sit up, her muscles trembling.

What the hell happened while I was out cold? She pondered.

Gradually fluttering open her eyes, she saw a blurry figure. When her vision returned to something resembling focus, she saw Scott standing outside the bars, with a smirk on his face.

"Good morning, my sweet. Did you have a good night's sleep?"

She growled at her captor but didn't reply. Even the growl seemed to have drained her of all the energy she had, thanks to the silver cuffs holding her down.

"You know, my love, you're lucky that we have put you here and not with all the other rogues down in the dungeons. Isn't it comfortable here?" He half-grinned at her, his eyes shining with malice. All Celeste could manage to do was narrow her eyes at him. She wanted to behead the cock-sucking bastard and then skin his body alive, feed him to the sharks. Thinking about these scenarios gave her little satisfaction, but it didn't last long. The words he had said seemed to sink in as horror came crashing down at her like a full speed freight train. The other rogues – her parents, her friends, had they captured them as well?

"How's my baby doll doing?" Came another voice from a distance. A few seconds later, a devilishly handsome werewolf was standing next to Scott. "Have you told her about her special duties around the place?"

"Not yet, I was trying to have a little fun here, Dante." Dante, the deviously sexy wolf casually punched Scott in his arm and ordered a half-blood vampire slave to open the silver bars. Celeste stiffened as Dante came to a stop in front of her and then crouched down in order to come face to face with her. He brought his hand forward to caress her cheek but she flinched away, baring her teeth at him.

"Now, honey, you won't want to do that because in a day you'll be screaming my name in pleasure while I'll be ramming myself, in and out of you." A grin so sexy replaced his smile but instead of having a lustful impact on her, Celeste shuddered with disgust.

What is he suggesting? Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

All business now, Dante stood up, "You are to be my sex slave if you want your parents to be treated fairly. If you disagree or protest," He paused to fish his pockets and brought a syringe close to her face, "this silver-induced syringe will be injected in them. Well, not only them, but my men will have to inject all the rogues including the children with this." Another shudder tiptoed down Celeste's spine.

"Will-will you set them free if I-I agree?" Her voice came out as a croaking mess, and a lone tear rolled down her face.

"Free? Who said anything about setting them free?" He laughed, "My beloved, my father would leave them be on their own in the cells if you agree, if you don't, well you know the consequences don't you?" He waggled the plunger in front of her and then went out of the cell. "You have an hour to prepare yourself for what is to come. I hope you make the right decision and we'll meet soon." He winked at her and both Scott and Dante left her alone to think over her choices. It didn't take her more than a single minute to accept her fate because as much as she hated it, the fact was she didn't have much of a choice. She'd do anything to keep her parents safe as they had done for her. Her father had raised her to be a strong Alpha female and she wasn't going to cower away from the pathetic people.

In fact, she was going to face them head-on.

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Elliot stretched his arms as he walked into the kitchen on Sunday morning. He was feeling strangely happy; probably because of the dreams he'd had the previous night.