Page 11 of Captured By the Monsters
“She is ours.”
My heart squeezed at their possessive and protective nature over me—or maybe that was my heart shutting down as I gasped for air to soothe my heaving lungs.
For a heartbeat, everything was still. I would have said that I was holding my breath, waiting for someone to make a move, but really I just couldn’t breathe properly, black dots beginning to litter my vision as I felt my consciousness slipping once more.
But not before I heard scuffling and insults flying through the air, mostly centered around my three monsters threatening to send the others into oblivion if they laid a hand on me.
Then, as quickly as a snap of fingers, the other Trifectas were gone, leaving me alone with my three monsters in utter silence. The sudden change gave me mental whiplash.
Were they mine? Was that right to say? And what exactly was mine? They weren’t my men…
I suppose they were my monsters.
I wasn’t sure if it was relief or fear that seized me at the reality of that. So far they had done nothing but protect me and show a worshiping reverence for me, but the facts still remained.
We were matched for me to be a breeding machine for them.
As my lids fluttered closed, I saw the crystal’s light fade, and their somewhat solidified forms dissolved until they turned into wispy shadows once more. With my eyes closed, I couldn’t say for sure that they were now surrounding me in their embrace, but I felt it.
I felt it deep in my soul that they had cocooned me between them, forming a protective barrier between me and everything about this strange land that seemed to want me dead.
I drifted in and out of consciousness for who knows how long, but I caught a glimpse of conversation that caused further conflict in my soul.
“She needs to know everything,” the softer of my three shadow men demanded, speaking in English. I wondered why he wasn’t speaking in his native tongue, but perhaps they wanted to practice speaking in mine. Either way, I strained my ears to glean more information.
“It is not her burden to bear, Sylan,” the gruff voice argued. “What happened to our kind is our most kept secret. If they knew just how close to extinction we were, they would send armies after us and make that a reality.”
Tucking that away into the recesses of my mind, I prayed I would remember this when I woke up fully.
“Axton, she is quite literally going to bear our burden if this happens as it has with all previously matched trifectas. She will bear our seed and deserves to know why,” the elusive third voice reasoned, a hint of humor in his words.
It was nice to be able to place names to their voices, giving them more of a presence in my head instead of thinking of them all as shadow blobs.
I felt my mind slipping away as Axton snapped back, “You think I don’t understand the price she is paying to be here with us, Rowen? I would give anything to…”
His sentence faded away, and I was left desperately struggling to hold on, but to no avail.
Why did he sound so broken at the end of that sentence?
* * *
“She stirs awake,” Sylan mused, as I felt a tendril of a finger brushing against my cheek. That couldn’t be right, though—he didn’t have fingers.
That thought jolted me from my fog as the memories of what occurred rushed back like a tidal wave of information smashing into me.
I had been captured by the monsters and claimed by one of their Trifectas.
I was to be their breeding machine.
“Precious, can you open your eyes for us?” Axton’s rough voice coaxed, a gentle tone that I was quickly realizing only came out when he was speaking to me.
A part of me truly wasn’t scared of them, and I blame that part of me for what came out of my mouth.
“I could, but why would I? It’s not like I have much to look at besides wisps of shadows,” I sassed, shocking myself at my clear lack of self-preservation.
Rowen answered, a sultry-as-sin purr to his words. “You might not be able to see us well, but we can ensure you will feel us in just the right ways.”
My pussy immediately flooded with heat as I took in the meaning of his words.
