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Fingers gripped to my arm, pulling me out of the middle of the hall. Eleven edged us closer to the woman’s cell across from mine and I had no use but to follow. Guards were pounding slaves back with the batons, coming right for us. For me. Again.
With a hard jerk, I broke from him, ripping the hatchet from his grasp as I put all my weight behind the surprise grab. I didn’t think. I couldn’t afford to. If I didn’t do something, anything to show these guards that they needed to fear me, they won. I couldn’t allow that. Besides, what else did I have left to lose? I knew they weren’t supposed to kill me. I was Everleigh Harper, married to the present Main Master that ruled them. I’d go down in a mass of blood and carnage if it meant they didn’t get the satisfaction of winning. They would see I was no one to mess with. I’d take their faces, too.
A deep yell broke from my throat and I ran with everything I had. Movement blurred on both sides of me and I swung with everything I had to anyone who got close.
“Kneel! Kneel!”
The yells from the mad man increased as I raced by, but I didn’t care for his orders. No one told me what to do. No one.
“Everleigh!”
Eleven’s call was so far away, yet right behind me. I knew he was following, but I saw nothing but the four men whose stares narrowed as I approached. One slowed considerably and I zeroed in on his fear. I clung to the power it gave me, letting it drive me faster.
Before I could get to him, weight crashed into my side nearly knocking me over. I wasn’t sure how I managed to catch myself enough to spin, but both of my hands were already clasped around the handle and I was swinging, hacking away into some young slave whose long blonde hair was soaked in blood. The dagger she held fell to the ground and I didn’t let my heart ache for her. It couldn’t. That beating thing in my chest only continued for the person it kept alive.
“Left, Mistress! Left!”
Eleven’s warning had instinct kicking in. His fingers gripped into my gown and where I swung left, he let go, diving to tackle a tall man to the right. Wetness splashed across my face as my hatchet ripped down a balding man’s cheek. The explosion of cries and screams all around faded with a crack that seemed to split the air in two. An agonizing burn tore down my back, igniting a rage so intense that my body locked in the clash of overwhelming sensations. The slave in me knew what it was. The woman who longed for true freedom was already turning around and racing for the man who held the whip. The guards no longer existed in my world. Just the man who seared his orders into my skin like a Master.
“Kneel!”
His arm wielded in a circle above his head and I didn’t slow as I zigzagged his way.
“Kneel!”
Crack!
Fire lit a path along my stomach, stealing my air, but I didn’t let it stop me. I lunged forward, swinging my hatchet right at him. He was quick for an older man, tucking in his body and jumping back. I went mad, swinging, determined to spill his guts at my feet.
Still, he outmaneuvered me. My pants increased while I projected every ounce of my energy into putting this man into his place. Laughter bellowed out from him and it only increased my need. I reared back, connecting with something hard. Before I could turn, my weapon was pulled from my grasp and hands were gripping around my waist. My legs flew out as the guard turned me to dangle at his side like I was nothing. I kicked, twisting my body and flailing. With his hold, I didn’t so much as budge from where he held me at his waist.
“Hey! Hey!”
Eleven’s yells carried over the alarm and screams, but the guards didn’t seem to notice as they led me back to my room. The man holding me moved to the middle while the others beat back the prisoners. Survival kicked in and all I could think to do was escape their clutches. My fists drew together and I beat into the man’s shin, mercilessly. When he didn’t slow, my hands grasped onto his opposite thigh and I pulled myself into him, turning my body to sink my teeth into his leg. The guttural sound that left his body vibrated me as I bit down. Even through the uniformed pants, I could taste the tinge of blood.
“Bitch!”
His hands dropped and I hit the ground, immediately clawing at the tile floor as I scrambled away.
“Mistress!”
One of the guards was already sprinting for me as I tried to push to stand. My eyes widened as I saw Eleven throw the knife. I could barely gasp before the man’s legs buckled and he was falling right toward me. I dropped back to my knees, sliding in the blood coating the floor from a previous attack. Guards were yelling and one was coming right for me while another raced after Eleven. Panic left me desperate. I stood, sprinting toward the back of the long hallway. Slaves were just as thick, swinging their weapons as I raced by.
The red light dimmed, turning the space darker the further I got down. My lungs burned from the frigid air and I knew there was nowhere to go. All I could think to do was run and push my way through the prisoners who grabbed at me. Faster, my heart was racing, and fear was beginning to penetrate the numb wall I held to. The hall broke to the right and I turned, not caring where it took me. It seemed to stretch forever before the curve, but there was no mistaking the large outline of who was standing in the middle, still so far away.
“Bram? Bram!”
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A.A. Dark is Alaska Angelini's pen for her darker books. These are dark to the EXTREME-Thriller, Horror based. **Caution when reading.**
Alaska Angelini is a Best Selling Author of dark, twisted happily-ever-afters. She currently resides in Wisconsin, but moves at the drop of a dime. Check back in a few months and she's guaranteed to live somewhere new.
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