Pretty Painful - K.A Knight Page 0,32

see the door opening and three guards stream in, faces all grim and set in anger. Oh shit, this isn’t going to be good. One stays by the door, keeping it slightly open as he crosses his arms and his eyes lock on me with a sneer. He’s big, huge for a human, and I shrink back before remembering myself.

The two others step into the cell with what look like cattle prods held in their hands. One laughs, slapping it against his other palm as they circle us, one to the left and one to the right. “It seems freak here needs to be reminded of who’s in charge, isn’t that right, boys?” the one to the right taunts, and my eyes swing to him before going back to the man on the left as he inches closer.

“I think so, maybe the bitch too. Seems he hasn’t killed her yet, maybe he likes this toy. I wonder if he’ll let us play with her?” He grins, flashing his teeth at me as he darts forward but scurries back with a laugh as Mishal snaps at him.

Placing my hand on his back, I feel Nyre surging underneath, rippling his skin as he seems to grow. The chains clank as Mishel’s head swivels to keep them in view, but he can’t shift. He can’t protect us both, I know that. He might be stronger and faster than a human, but even for him, he can’t keep his eye on me and take them all down…something has to give.

The man to the right lunges and Mishal turns to him, grunting as the cattle prod hits his chest. He roars, snapping at the man. I hear the movement a second too late and a scream freezes in my throat as my body convulses, my eyes locking on the cattle prod pressed to my shoulder. The man uses it to drag me away, out of Mishal’s reach as my body spasms, not responding to me. Mishal turns toward me, his eyes gold and green mixed with black, his chest heaving with a red mark from the prod. A roar splits his face when he sees us and he jumps at us, but the man behind him sticks him with the prod again, keeping it against his skin as I’m dragged away.

Once I’m out of reach of his chains, the man steps back and lets Mishal recover. My body has finally stopped spasming and tears wet my cheeks, but I feel weak and shaky. I was already weak from not feeding and now I’m regretting that. I try to spin but the prod hits my skin again, making me cry out and Mishal roar.

“Now, now. None of that. I will stop touching her, but you can’t fight back, understand me, dragon?” the man holding me sneers.

Mishal freezes, his eyes going to me, and I try to shake my head, knowing he will do it for me. He nods, spreading his hands wide and keeping his gazes on me as the two men, including the man from the door, step towards him. I try to scream, I try to kill the bastard holding me, but the volts are still working through my system and I’m helpless, trapped inside my spasming body as they advance on him and he makes no move to protect himself…because of me.

Close your eyes, mi cielo, you do not want to see this, Nyre tells me, his voice soft, but I can hear the helplessness and anger underneath and I feel the same way.

We are both trapped, watching as they hurt him. The big man steps up first, punching his stomach. Mishal winces, bending slightly before straightening, his eyes still on me like I’m his strength to endure this, or maybe his reminder. I try to thrash, but only a weak noise escapes my throat.

The big man pummels Mishal, hitting his face, stomach, side, back, and anywhere he can get a hold off. The other man starts pressing him with the prod, again and again until I can actually see the volts racing through his body. Not once does he cry out, not even when he falls to his knees with blood pouring from his face, and his body thrashing from the electrical current.

“Do you like watching? Oh, but you are pretty, maybe we will have our fun with you while he’s passed out,” the man whispers in my ear, laughing as I cringe.

Mishal roars, the sound forced and broken, and his eyes

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