98. Zalaria did not waste time in going. The moment she left the palace gates, she stopped pretending to be a regular respectful woman and started running towards the direction of the hills with remarkable speed. The way Adrian had spoken terrified her, even though she had pretended to be calm. She had never seen him so agitated. "If anything happens to that girl..." She muttered under her breath. "He will lose his mind." She could still feel Adrian's urgency and fear. That alone made her uneasy. She shook her head and sighed. "If only I had family like this to help me..." Zalaria slowed down when she got to mansion, searching for something to help her speed up. She heard something snap and looked up. "Yeah, something is wrong." She whispered before she stopped completely. "Show yourselves! Don't insult me with stealth, I know you're here!" She commanded. For a second, it was almost like she was speaking to herself and the surrounding greenery. Them she felt a who

100. Adrian clenched his teeth as he fell and let the darkness swallow him whole. He felt the wind rushing past his ears and his heart pumping aggressively. He closed his eyes and wondered when the hell he was going to land. THUD! He finally hit the ground painfully, the impact causing pain in his spine and tailbone. Dust rose around him, but he just lay there for a few seconds Groaning, he sat up in pain. "Fuck... what is this place?” His system was silent now and he scoffed. Rolling onto his side, he pushed himself up slowly, wincing as his shoulder hurt. "That was not a smart idea." He looked up and saw nothing. There was no sky nor light. All he could see was darkness so thick that he could almost touch it. It felt like he had fallen into a huge, closed grave. "Great. From one prison to another." He laughed at the irony. The blue started to glow on his skin, providing him with a bit of light while obviously reacting with something. This place wasn't normal, to

102. Orion couldn’t move from where he was standing. For the first time since Adrian had seen him, the man looked truly shaken. "Oh no no no!" Orion muttered under his breath. Another roar came through, rattling the chains and shaking the walls. Adrian stood still, looking around. "You're going to start explaining right now." He said coldly. Orion shook his head quickly. "No, we need to move." "Move to where?" Adrian snapped. "You were chained in here and asked me to help you. Now you're saying this without telling me what's happening." "Listen buddy, it's coming for both of us! If you can, put me back on the walls or have us run." Adrian glared at him, the clear disbelief in his eyes. "What the fuck, do you think this is a trick? What sort of magic do you think I practice?" "If you're playing me to escape, Orion..." "I'm not!" Orion cut him off. "I swear on whatever you want, I'm not!" Adrian grabbed him by the collar again, pulling him close. "If you

104. Zalaria hung from the ceiling and her wrists were bound by glowing ropes that dug into her skin, leaving bruises. She could easily tell that they were magical from how they pulsed every few seconds, sending bits of shock through her arms regularly. "Fuck!" She hissed as another shock went through the wounds in her wrists. If only her feet could touch the ground, she thought, then this would be tolerable. But then again, the goal was to torture her so... Around her, four mages stood in a circle, their hands glowing and their tired eyes dropping as they maintained the spell. None of them spoke and they weren't blinking normally. Creepy, Zalaria thought. The door to the torture chamber opened. Zalaria didn't bother lifting her head as the scent of Ciara's perfume hit her nose. "Took you long enough." She said dryly. "You're still talking?" Ciara's asked, annoyed. "You really don't know when to shut up." Zalaria let out a weak laugh. "And you really don't know w

106. Ciara’s eyes opened and she looked around as if in a daze. The first thing she noticed was the softness under her back instead of the cold floor of the torture chamber. No, she was on a real bed covered in silk sheets that smelled of expensive perfume, and a hint of smoke? How odd. It was then that she remembered that she didn’t remember getting into this bed, or any other bed for that matter. She sat up quickly, looking around. Her body ached and her head hurt. She threw off the covers to walk away but what she saw shook her to the core. The clothes she had on. These weren’t hers! The outfit was climging to her skin. It was thin, looked expensive, and was revealing. She had on a red crimson top that barely held her full breasts with the lowest of necklines. And the skirt was made of a black fabric with a split high up both her thighs. Ciara couldn’t believe it. She got up and looked to her left. There was an open wardrobe with so many clothing articles, and full wall