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Authors: Nicole Peeler
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didn't underestimate my abilities.
He pinned me down with all of his weight, his knees pressing painfully into my thighs and his chest blanketing mine, his hands holding down my wrists. His face was inches from me, but his features were entirely obscured by the bright glow of his Flaring eyes.
Not me, my brain howled. Not when I’m so close to being free. I started to shift again in a last, desperate attempt. But before I could change, he'd spoken.
It was the second part of the spell that was the real bitch. And I was too late to stop him.
“Te vash anuk a si,” he chanted over and over. I Call you. His pronunciation grew more confident with every repetition. The harsh sibilance of the language of the jinn reached toward me, wrapping around my soul. I cried out, but the spell blanketed me, muting my powers. I stopped mid-shift, my power whoomping out, leaving me beneath him in my own small form.
My wide brown eyes stared up at him, begging him silently to stop, not to say the last bit. The bit that made me his; that would make me do his bidding; that would make me a slave until either he let me go or died.
He spoke the words.
"Hatenoi faroush a mi." I Bind you.
And just like that, I was caught. Bound to a human. Again.
There were no lights or sounds or other magical occurrences, but we both felt it. I was his. He stared at me with eyes gone wide with shock, his flare fading as his magic accepted my acquiescence.
He was my master.
"Göt.” I muttered. Then I switched to English, so he’d understand.
“Asshole."
He pinned me down with all of his weight, his knees pressing painfully into my thighs and his chest blanketing mine, his hands holding down my wrists. His face was inches from me, but his features were entirely obscured by the bright glow of his Flaring eyes.
Not me, my brain howled. Not when I’m so close to being free. I started to shift again in a last, desperate attempt. But before I could change, he'd spoken.
It was the second part of the spell that was the real bitch. And I was too late to stop him.
“Te vash anuk a si,” he chanted over and over. I Call you. His pronunciation grew more confident with every repetition. The harsh sibilance of the language of the jinn reached toward me, wrapping around my soul. I cried out, but the spell blanketed me, muting my powers. I stopped mid-shift, my power whoomping out, leaving me beneath him in my own small form.
My wide brown eyes stared up at him, begging him silently to stop, not to say the last bit. The bit that made me his; that would make me do his bidding; that would make me a slave until either he let me go or died.
He spoke the words.
"Hatenoi faroush a mi." I Bind you.
And just like that, I was caught. Bound to a human. Again.
There were no lights or sounds or other magical occurrences, but we both felt it. I was his. He stared at me with eyes gone wide with shock, his flare fading as his magic accepted my acquiescence.
He was my master.
"Göt.” I muttered. Then I switched to English, so he’d understand.
“Asshole."
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