Page 57 of Raijin

Grabbing her by her hair he roughly pulled her head back. Orange eyes glared into her defiant ones. “You witches always have that look,” He leaned in his nose flaring as he breathed in her scent. His fork tongue flicking out as his green skin reflected the light of the magic equipment decorating the room. “I love destroying it,” he hissed. Drawing back, he grabbed a short rod from his back pocket and tapped the chain attached to her right arm twice. All the chains slackened as the cuffs popped open.

Her weak body completely, collapsed. Instead of catching her, he let her fall. “Now, let’s go visit the well.” He said grabbing her arm and dragging her out of the room.

She tried to fight but they’d cast a weakening spell on her limbs after her first attempt to escape. She was forced to endure being dragged from the room. The scientist watched her leave with disappointed looks. One day she would come back and tear their eyes out, she promised herself.

“Here we are,” her capture said with glee as he looked down at her grinning. “The well is open and free.”

She frantically tried to scratch at his hand, but it was useless her nails were nothing against his reptilian skin.

“N-no.” She said trying her best to avoid being tossed down the large hole in the ground. She twisted like a fish.

Cursing, he slapped her. “Dammit, let go.”

“Carth, what’s going on?”

The demon holding her tensed. Sabina immediately ceased her frantic struggles. Her stomach twisting with apprehension.

The heavy aura of magic that filled the air could only belong to one Being here. Sabina prayed he hadn’t noticed her. She shifted herself so that she was closer to the demon.

Standing straight Carth turned to face the Unseelie Lyon. His voice turning weak in his presence. “Dr. Clinger wanted me to toss this witch into the well since she refuses to cooperate.”

Lyon’s cold eyes drifted down to her. Sabina curled in on herself. Her eyes avoiding his. The Unseelie terrified her, especially after she’d watched them suck the magic out of another witch. She needed every drop of magic she could hoard if she was going to get out of this place.

“Oh, the newbie isn’t cooperating.” Lyon walked over to her and knelt. Eyeing her up and down he said, “It’s proper that she learn her lesson but,” He tilted his head squinting. “There is a better way to teach it. After all we don’t want her to get seriously hurt. She holds a very, very dear secret of mine. Let me handle this one.”

Sabina, fearing where this was going tried to move away. He reached out and grabbed her arm pulling her up with a strength that was almost dizzying.

She suddenly found herself nose to nose with him. Her eyes widened in alarm. His lips parted revealing iron teeth. “Yes, you will be taught a lesson indeed.”

Too weak to fight him, she was easily carried away from the well. Sabina felt terror running through her. She knew whatever the Unseelie Lyon had in mind it wouldn’t be good, she shivered her body trembling. She gripped her hands together, if she just held one more day, everything would be fine.

As he carried her away from the well, they entered a long hallway. As they walked along the hallway, Sabina was forced to see the miserable appearances of the other captured witches.

They screamed behind their prison bars. Some clawing at their skin as the foreign magic moved through them. Some gripped the bars of their prisons, their mouths open in a silent scream as their flesh boiled and moved, their eyes rolling in their heads.

Others pressed their forehead against the ground, wailing as they kept dragging it back and forth over the stone. The smell of blood outweighed even the smell of death.

She sharply covered her mouth, as the urge to vomit hit her. She closed her eyes, trying to tell herself she had only to do what needed to be done, and then she could run. She could escape, she’d done it before, she could do it again.

“Ah, here we are.” Lyon said cheerfully.

Opening her eyes, she turned to see where Lyon had brought her. Slowly, her eyes widened as her lips parted, “Raijin.”

She called; he was seated on the floor of his cell, his head down. Some of his clothes had been taken, but they’d left him with pants and some red robe like jacket. She didn’t care why’d they’d brought her here, all that mattered was that Raijin was here.

He was alive.

The tears she’d fought through the terrible rounds of torture slipped out.

Lyon set her down, she couldn’t stand so she crawled to the bars but instead of grabbing them. She fell through.

A cruel laughter erupted from behind her as Lyon exclaimed, “Like a rat crawling to its death.”

Pushing herself up she looked back at him with resentment. His features were twisted in dark amusement, “My brother has decided to starve this poor, poor flesh eater to death. Since it’s only been a few days I’m sure he’s ravenous.” His eyes grew bright. “So, I thought, why not offer him his friend, maybe if he eats you he’ll fall into despair. Trash like you deserve such an amusing end.”

His words and expression sickened Sabina.

“Leave.” Raijin voice rumbled in warning.

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