Trust From Within - Book 3 Daughter of a Monster Series

Chapter 32- Repetition of Action

Steve's PoV

The dagger buries itself in my head, and I only just feel some of the pain before my heart gives out and I slump back in the chair, being ripped away from the world.

I float in the sea of blackness for a bit, trying to collect myself, trying to calm myself, reminding myself that when I wake up, I won't be injured and sore. I'll be healed and back to normal.

And so I put everything into doing just that.

I know how to do this, I can do this, I can wake up quickly. It usually doesn't feel like long for me, but when I wake up usually a week has past.

Let's hope I wake up in the Nether, then.

Slowly, I feel myself coming back to the real world, my body gaining more feeling, and once I know I'm back properly, I crack open my eyes. Light floods my senses and I hear my heart beating in my ears, thumping against my ribs. I groan as I fully open my eyes, and I test my arms, realising that I'm still tied to the damn chair. The door opens in front of me, a familiar person stepping in, obviously not having noticed me yet.

His eyes dart up to me, instantly widening as whatever he was holding drops to the floor with a clatter, and he backs up against the door. "Wait... I- hold on, you died!" He exclaims, and I look around, surveying the room. Same room, same everything. I reply with that indifference.

"Yeah, well it didn't stick."

"What the fuck," he breathes out, stepping. Closer and twisting my head so the side is facing him, where the ghost feeling of the knife is. "It's healed," he says on a breath.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious." I receive a sharp backhand to the face for that, but that's nowhere near the worst that has been done to me. "You don't strike me as a professional criminal," I comment.

"Maybe that's because I'm not," he mutters, picking up the knife he had dropped. A large, butcher's knife... wait... that's a meat cleaver.

"What were you planning with that knife?" I prod, but instantly it just finds itself in my thigh, held fast as a scream of agony rips out of me, white overcoming my vision, white, hot pain.

"I was going to send you back to your family. But here you are," he snarls, a maniacal grin overcoming his features. Ah, there's the Callum that I've been dealing with for the past three days.

"You did kind of bring this on yourself, you know," I grunt out, teeth clenched together. "You did take her mate, it was a stupid move."

"I was never going to kill him!" He yells, pressing down on the cleaver, and I feel the blade make contact with my bone, and I grunt through it, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

"Maybe you should just be glad that sister of your's is still alive, because she would be dead if it weren't for that villager."

Also,they've been dosing me with Imorphia, and thank everything that my magic isn't affected by Imorphia. I was still able to respawn, which means the Imorphia hasn't done anything. It's useless against me.

"Maybe I should bring Brine in, too? Your younger brother would know what to do, might enjoy finally watching you die. He's been trying for so long," he responds, slapping me across the face again, but on the other side this time.

"You leave him out of this," I snarl, a protectiveness building in me, for my little brother.

"Or maybe I just kill him instead, you've been trying too for how long?" he taunts.

"Fuck you!" I bark at him.

"Then tell him to bring his daughter in and we'll be done here," he retorts, lip curling up.