Page 43 of Detonation
Halfway through the cake, Anshar orders, "Watch her, Oslana. Sit there in silence like the obedient queen I’ll mold you to be."
I grind my teeth and drag my gaze to the woman, meeting her eyes, trying to give her strength through my stare. Anshar whistles and a guard drags a knife across her throat, slowly, drawing out the process.
"Give ... him hell … g-girl," she gurgles, choking on her own blood, as the light leaves quickly from her eyes.
I can't hold myself back any longer, grip my knife, and lunge for the fucker. He's quick to grip my wrist and I try to call my powers to me but am met with a dry well of energy.
Where are my powers?
No! Not when I need them most.
He crushes my wrist in his grip, coming to his feet and shoving me back into my chair.
"Did you really think I was falling for your act?" he spits, the bloodlust in his eyes flaring.
I whimper at the pain in my wrist and he continues, "I've been lacing your drinks all night, starting with the one in your room. You won't be able to access your powers."
Gaia, please help me.
Releasing my wrist, he caresses my face. "Just remember that you brought this upon yourself. I gave you a simple task for the evening and you couldn’t even follow that. All you had to do was enjoy a meal with me."
I spit at him. "I could never enjoy anything with you."
My cheek stings with the smack of his palm against it, my head snaps to the side, a burning pain lingering from it.
"Can’t you, Oslana? You certainly enjoyed the length of my dick, the orgasms that it drew from you. Or did you forget so soon? I can arrange for a reminder."
I lift my head, not bothering to move the hair that's covering my eyes. "No. I enjoyed Ash's cock. That's not your body. That’s the body of the man I love."
He seethes down at me and motions for the guards. "Bring her to her room. It's time to christen it." Leaning in so we're nose to nose, his hot breath runs over my face. "You will yield to me, Oslana."
I steel my back, snarling at him. "If I was meant to be controlled, Anshar, I would have come with a fucking remote."
Chapter Thirteen
Ash
Lana.I'm here.
I implore her to hear me, beg her to not lash out at him, but I know nothing can hold her tongue.
She's so fierce. The demure route didn't work but damn, she tried.
When that woman was being used as leverage against her, Lana's heart shone through. I saw the struggle on her face and in the tears that escaped despite her trying to hold them back.
She's never been more beautiful to me than in that moment. To feel so deeply for the pain caused to another.
There isn't a better quality in the world for a queen.
I'm biding my time for an opportunity to help you, Lana. I can’t let anything happen to you.
He thinks I've faded from existence and he’s let his guard down again. I cling to the opening, holding on to consciousness.
If he hurts her, I don't know if I’ll have the self-control to hold back from letting him know I'm here, lurking in the shadows of our mind. He's unhinged and doesn't see Lana as a woman he loves anymore. He sees her as a weapon to dominate, to break, to do his bidding.
I have to wait for an appropriate moment if we have a hope of Lana making it out of here alive.
Anshar goes into manic episodes at night when we’re alone, muttering to a 'dark god' often.
