“You came for the crown?” The Prince asked as his eyes slid down my body slowly as his men brought me back up to my feet.
I remained silent. Nothing I said now could save me. I would never tell them why I was here, or who I was with and nothing on my person would give that away either. It was why I’d left all weapons at home. They could be traced back to the Guild through serial numbers and while I knew how to use them, I wasn’t a big fan of guns.
“Your silence will do you no good. Help yourself out and I'll make your death quick, remain silent and I'll enjoy killing you slowly,” he purred closer than he had been seconds before, my eyes hadn't even caught the subtle movement.
“I’m with housekeeping,” I ground out breathlessly since he was now inches from me.
“Take her to the chamber,” he said to his men, to me he whispered in my ear in a strange language I’d never heard before. An ancient language, that much I was sure of.
Everything inside of me screamed against the pressure that was building as everything started shutting down like clockwork. My mind pushed together as if something was fighting to gain control of it. Darkness swallowed my vision, my limbs grew heavy as if replaced by lead and everything inside of my mind went dark.
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I awoke to ice water being tossed over my head. I was strung up like a spring chicken on market day. My arms were hung high above my head. I had to fight against the darkness to get my bearings back. Thick metal bands held me locked into place, chains hooked to my feet kept me from doing more than standing upright.
My mouth was dry and felt as if I had eaten an entire bag of cotton. My shorts and tank top had been removed, leaving me in nothing more than my small black thong and lacy bra. My hair had been taken out of the ponytail and left to hang in my face.
I could feel no new injuries to my body, no abuse while I had been knocked out. Whatever spell the Dark Prince had used on me packed a wallop that left me feeling weak and drained.
“Ready to talk?” His voice came from a speaker in the middle of the room.
“I—I told you…I’m housekeeping,” I whispered, since it was the best I could do, which sucked. I sounded weak.
Silence reigned until a door popped open and then the Dark Prince strolled in wearing a white shirt and old jeans, which he probably used for torturing unwanted guests. “Tell me who sent you and I will go easy on you.”
I laughed coldly.
“Something funny?” He inquired moving closer to me.
“Bring it Fairy,” I growled throatily.
His head tilted, showing off his sharp exquisite bone structure. He was simply breathtaking. His hair clung to his face, hanging low over his ears. Those golden eyes had changed, showing his Fae features. Golden pupils surrounded by obsidian black circles, marking him royal in his breed. He had a days’ worth of stubble which only drew the eyes to his sharp jawline. He was taller than the Fae who had surrounded me earlier, standing well over six feet in height.
“You will tell me what I want to know, in the end everyone does,” he whispered with a wicked twist lighting up his face, his eyes still watching me intensely.
“Is that so?”
“It is, tell me. Do you prefer torture, or I can easily feed to get the information I want out of you,” he asked as if we were discussing the weather, instead of my immediate future.
“Torture—" Shit! I realized my error as soon as I had said it.
“Feed it is,” his hands reached out, smoothing down the lines of my body leisurely, seductively soft as he touched my flesh. His eyes never leaving mine. I inhaled slowly, waiting for the anger to take hold of me. With anger, would come power. Only, it never came.
My body burned from his touch, awakening something inside of me I had thought would never come alive again. Lust. Oh fucking hell, wrong place and wrong guy. I watched a smirk take hold of his full lips.
His fingers traced elaborate patterns over my skin, until they stopped at the lace of my panties. “I think I might actually enjoy this,” he growled ripping one of the small thin sides from them, exposing the soft lines of my pelvis.
“Bet you would,” I growled finally finding my voice.
“I could take your emotions and make you think I am your God. If I turned you FIZ, you'd give me anything I wanted.”
I blanched, I hated that they called the poor saps they fucked to the brink of death FIZ’s. Fae Induced Zombie. “Go. To. Hell. Fairy. Boy.”
One side of his sensual mouth tugged up, as if he was fighting the urge to laugh. “I will show you how much of a man I am,” he purred placing his head too close to my face.
“Oh baby, don’t hold back on me now,” I said mockingly.
“I never do,” he whispered letting his fingers move over my soft folds making my body shudder violently in their wake.