Chapter 95: Slave For You
**Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of torture and non-consensual sex between mates. If these are triggers for you, please skip towards the end and Clint’s POV. Thank you.**
**Lenore**
My nightmares have come to life because I have just watched Heidi die and Jessica is as good as dead too. Any secrets we tried to keep have now been revealed and Avery even has access to the King Of Kings. I was so sure that if we got Avery and any one of The Trio out of the way that me and my friends could gain control of the tribes and with Corra’s aid all dragons. Well Avery can go fuck herself because I am not going to give her the pleasure of ending me. I still have some of Corra’s potion left, it isn't much but it should be enough to render me unconscious and then I won't have to suffer.
I reached into my bra and pulled out the vial while Avery was too busy cuddling up to Clint. Unfortunately, that tall Raven grabbed my wrist. “Not so fast,” he said as an icy chill ran up my arm and black veins began to bulge. He lets go of my wrist and empties the vial onto his hand. The liquid turns black and swirls. He chuckles before he licks it off. “As suspected, Corra’s Death Potion. It takes as good as I remember, but a bit weak.” He nods to Avery before he motions with his hand, “Miss Avery, my Queen, you can do far better than the fate I had envisioned for her. It's showtime!”
What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Even if Avery is Naga’s Queen, she can not conjure visions or bestow fate. She is just a pathetic girl who was lucky enough to have future kings for a mate. That's it! Avery grinned so darkly and maniacally when she turned her gaze to meet mine. “Prepare to beg for death as I once did,” she laughs, “And yours won't come unless I say, which I won't until I am satisfied.”
Clint pulls her close and whispers just loud enough for me to hear, “Mmmm, my wife-to-be has a sadist in her. I can't wait to explore that later.” His lips claimed hers before my fate began to play for all to see. I should have been Avery. It should have been me!
Overhead the images became sharper. I felt a cold chill on my skin as I saw myself dirty, naked, and in chains on a filthy dungeon floor. From the darkness, I heard a deep evil laugh that made my chilled skin crawl. My dragon curled her tail around herself in fear. My dragon has always been fearless but yet she has been rendered helpless and frozen by the man who is approaching us from the shadows.
Out of the blackness, a short, balding, portly man approached. He called me his shitty cursed mate. He pulled a barbed wire whip from his belt and began to lash me with it. Cuts formed on my skin and began to bleed. He made me count and if I messed up, I had to start over. When I reached twenty, I thought he was done. However, he grabbed a jar from a shelf overhead and sprinkled a powder on my cuts. It sizzled and burned. Lye…he put lye on my cuts. Pain I had never felt made me beg for relief. In his laugh, I heard Avery’s.
The man dragged me to the wall. He attached my chains to links on the wall. He pushed my bleeding back against the wall, where tiny spikes sunk into my flesh. I began to cry, but no one wiped my tears. The man used the bar on the floor that he had secured my ankles to, in order to, widen my stance. He grabbed a metal pear-shaped object and forced it into my asshole. I screamed as he began to crank the small lever on it. I felt my skin ripping as he merely laughed at my cries. He took two long metal rods and pierced my nipples with them before he removed his pants. I screamed in horror at the spiked sheath on his cock. The man attached a gag that kept my mouth open but wouldn't allow me to be able to bite him. I was utterly defenseless.
The vile man removed his pants and I tried to scream at the sight of his cock. It was huge, which normally I would love. However, it had a spiked sheath over it that made me wish for death. I nearly passed out when he penetrated me.
**Clint**
Avery definitely has a darkness in her, but I think any of us who have lost our parents do. I am enjoying her sadistic side, but I think she might be taking this a bit far. I want her to get her closure and revenge. I do think that Lenore deserves to suffer, but all this, I am not so sure. I pull Avery to me and kiss her. I am proud of her and her darkness doesn't scare me. In fact, it turns me on and gives me ideas for later.
I am eager for this display to come to an end so that we can enjoy some of the prom before we go home and show Avery just how aroused we are and what we want to do to her and her to do to us. I have always wanted a woman or two that I could explore all aspects of kink with and I am so fortunate that that woman will be my wife.
**Avery**
Clint’s kiss felt really good. I also can't believe that I can control visions. I wonder if the next time one manifests if I will be able to. I glance at my Ravens, who are all smiling at me with pride in their dark eyes. I giggle to myself. Donn gave me this gift. No wonder I could foresee Mara finding a mate. I bet I can the other two as well. Since he gave me this gift, I will give him one too. I waved my hand and the visions stopped. Now it is time to end this!
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