Would you stop doing that?

CHAPTER SEVEN

RIVEN’S POV




In this magma-filled purgatory, anything you wear will only set you on fire. This stupid damn girl didn't know anything.

But her reaction was so funny that I couldn't stop teasing her.

But when I saw her scared look, a strange feeling came over me.

I reached out my hand to the girl in front of me to ask, but suddenly I saw her run away like a psycho.

What was wrong with her?

Before I could warn her not to make any random move, lightning struck her.

Her body was shaking and jumped at every small strike. The worst part however, was an unsettling charging feeling I felt in my own powers, like her pain was somehow fueling my emotion. 

“What the fuck?” I asked myself out loud. It was just now that I noticed the scales on my arms. My black blood was on my stomach and chest, and more scales as well. 

My magic began to grow to an all time high. The feeling was growing enormously, and nearly out of my control. What was going on?

As if I was the one who met the lightning.

My spine began a shooting sharp pain. I fell to the ground and let out a painful growl. What the fuck was happening to my body. 

As I growled again I couldn’t believe my own eyes, black smoke had poured out of my mouth.

I felt so scared. Scared? That must be something I would never feel again.

Control yourself Riven I said to myself through the pain. 

That’s the feeling I thought I would never have, I thought to myself. 

I was also absolutely determined to never have it again. 

CONTROL YOURSELF Riven. I commanded to my body yet again. I tried my best through the wavering consciousness to force my body and mind to relax. Whatever feeling was inside of me would have to step aside. 

Growing up, in what felt like a distant memory, my father had subjected me to extreme training from a young age. This reminded me of one of his worst forms of torture, where he had me meditate while deadly scorpions crawled all over my body. If my heart rate increased or they sensed any sort of fear, I would be stung.

The first time my father had me do this I was just seven years old. I tried hard to breath and maintain a stable heart rate, but I could not focus on the meditation. A scorpion stung me on the leg. The warriors around me let out lots of steam, scaring all of the scorpions off me and back into their cages. 

As I gripped my leg and cried as a little child, my father became furious. Our royal advisors had the antidote on hand, but instead my father insisted that I cut the stinger out of my own leg with a knife he handed me. I knew that if I didn’t cut the stinger out in the next few minutes I would die. I cried and begged my father to release the antidote so I wouldn’t have to cut my own skin open, but he only grew more angry. So I was forced to finally cut the scorpion stinger out of my skin. 

The lesson was clear, only depend on yourself for your own survival. 

This was a similar scenario. 

I watched again as Hazels body was electrocuted. What I didn’t understand was why her body being electrocuted made my body painfully hurt too.  

With a deep breath I realized that if she continued to get electrocuted, I would continue to feel pain. I restored my consciousness and took over control of my body again. I lifted my hand and used my strong powers to remove Hazel from the lightning circle. I lowered her to the ground and caught her in my arms. 

She began to whimper in pain. From the looks of her, she had suffered a lot. Her naked body was fully revealed, and she beautiful. Her sweet white skin was pierced with so many semi-healed injuries.

She stood up slowly.

“You’re the evil dragon.” She confirmed, standing up and taking a warrior stance.

In her weak fighting stance the small girl tripped over a rock, hitting her foot. 

I cursed out loud as my foot suddenly hurt as well. 

I strode confidently towards her and pulled her close to me, ignoring her feeble attempts to resist.

“Hold on there, little lady,” I murmured in her ear as I trailed my fingers down her arm, relishing the goosebumps that rose in their wake. She tried to pull away, but I held her firmly in place.

“You’re so weird!” She said to me, trying to shield her naked body. That was the last thing on my mind right now. 

As I pinched the bruised skin around her throat, a jolt of pain shot through my own neck. I couldn't help but smirk at the realization that we were connected in more ways than one.

“Who are you?” I demanded, my anger growing at the thought of being bound to her in this inexplicable way. “What did you do to me?”

“I-I'm just a student,” she stammered, her voice trembling in my arms.

I knew I had to find a way to get the information I needed, but how could I interrogate her without causing myself pain in the process? I tightened my grip around her neck, testing the limits of our bond.

This was a puzzle. How would I interrogate a woman whose linked to my own personal pain. How could I torture her for answers if that meant torturing myself. Perhaps if my pain tolerance was higher than hers, I thought, once again gripping my hand angrily around her neck. 

This didn’t work, and I once again let us both suffocate badly. 
“Stop,” she gasped, her voice barely above a whisper. “Please, just stop.”

I released my hold on her, frustrated by my own weakness. I was a warrior, damn it. I couldn't let some weak little thing like her bring me down.

But as I looked into her eyes, I saw a flicker of something that made me pause. Was it fear? Or was it... something else?

“Would you stop doing that?” She asked me in anger between shaky breaths. 

This was not good, I was a warrior, I couldn’t have some clumsy little girl linked to me like this. 

I needed to figure out what was going on. 

I knew then that I needed to figure out what was going on between us, no matter what it took.