Accidental Surrogate
Chapter 175
#Chapter 179 — Bound Trigger warning — Assault (non-sexual)
Ella
"It’s all right, Ella."
The first priest says, approaching me as one might a skittish horse — with slow, measured movements and hands exposed to show he holds no weapon.
"We only want to protect you."
"Protect me from what?" I question shakily, my back flush against the locked door.
"You have a very powerful magic inside you, and if it's allowed to come out you’ll be exposed.We can’t let that happen." He explains, using a tone much too gentle to be trustworthy.
It’s as though he’s trying to trick me, to convince me he’s kind when he truly intends malice.
"I don’t have any magic." I insist, wishing that I did.
Maybe if I was magic I might be able to put a stop to the things happening here — to protect the others without bringing harm to myself.I was so preoccupied with this statement that I almost missed the second piece of information.
"Exposed to what?"
"You do, it just hasn't shown itself yet."
The second priest sighs, keeping his distance but watching me with sharp eyes.
"At least not in ways you understand.Tell me, have you never noticed how much stronger you are than your peers? That you can hear and smell things from much greater distances? That you can run faster, jump higher, suffer greater injuries with less pain?"
He inquires, his hawkish gaze searing into me, "do they not follow you? Gravitate to your side and obey you as a leader?"
My head spins, making me dizzy with the possibilities.He guesses correctly, but that can’t be because I have some sort of special power.It's just the way things are...isn’t it? "And exposed to a world you cannot yet join."
The first man adds.
"It must happen when the time is right - but that time is a very long way off."
"I don’t understand."
I squeak, a sense of pure dread settling in the pit of my stomach.
"We know, Ella."
The second man proclaims, "And I’m sorry that this must happen, it will not be pleasant, but it is necessary for the future of our people."I shake my head, fighting back tears.
Their words are triggering every alarm bell in my young mind.I know what men do to little girls under the guise of necessity, the pretense of helping or protecting.
And I know exactly how unpleasant things can get.
My blood runs cold, and my pulse races, triggering a strange new energy deep in my bones.
It pulses through me like a bolt of electricity, a wild thing writhes just beneath my skin, feral and rabid — begging to be free.
my body
each other with grim
another week and we’d be too
"I’m sorry, child."
professes gravely,
would not do this
I’ve ever
to run, to get
me that whatever these men intend will be far worse than anything the doctor or dormitory matron have ever
there isn’t
and two attackers far larger and stronger than I am bearing down on me.I try to scream, but the second priest clamps his hand over my
into his palm, but
me away from the door, propelling me further into the
my legs,
thrash violently against their hold, my screams muffled and garbled as the priest
tang fanning the flames in my
for air and
I’m powerless in their strong grips,
might as well be a feather swaying in the wind for all the effort they expend to contain
the air,
deeper than my own, thick with grief and pain more complex than the
tinged with concern, joins the
"It’s too much."
"Just a little more."
second voice, floating above me,
"We're so close."
from, and the priests don’t seem to hear them at
continue with their task with single-minded focus, and i’m nothing more than a pawn in their game — tiny and
thrust onto the floor and pinned
on my kicking legs, pulling his tool bag
cloth, it’s pearlescent sheen glimmering like moonlight,
wrapping it around
fabric, winding it round and round like a
arms are locked against my sides and my legs tightly shut, I’m completely
soon they’re
over my mouth, the priest
of my scream escapes before the moonlight closes over my gaping lips, locking my face into
though I don’t understand
to life - my mind is awake but I’m trapped in
- anything! But nothing happens because this isn’t a dream from
the walls of my silken prison, and I strain to identify the sounds: the clink of glass? The jostling of beads? novelebook A bottle uncorking? For all the fabric’s strength, it
with some pungent, herbaceous fragrance a moment before
over my body, stones or crystals placed in deliberate patterns on my head, chest,
cocoon, that foreign electricity in my veins warning me that I won't be
I’m running out of time, but I
chant then, speaking
swirl around the small room, carrying arcane power
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