#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.

hiss, my body shuddering with

look at each other

on — another week and we’d be too

"I’m sorry, child."

first priest professes gravely, closing the

this if there

ever experienced

screaming at me to run, to get away

men intend will be far worse than anything the doctor or dormitory matron

there isn’t anywhere to

back 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 mouth before

teeth into his palm,

away from the door, propelling me further into

grabs my legs, and I’m

against their hold, my screams muffled and garbled as the priest continues to smother

into my mouth, the metallic tang fanning the flames in my already

fighting for air and struggling to focus on

don’t know what to do or how to fight them — I’m powerless

well be a feather swaying in the wind for

pierces the

own, thick with grief and pain more complex than the sheer fright in

tinged with concern, joins the

"It’s too much."

"Just a little more."

voice, floating above

"We're so close."

no idea where these sounds are coming from, and the priests

focus, and i’m nothing more than a pawn in their game

the floor

my wrists while the other sits on my kicking legs, pulling his tool bag to his

shimmering silk cloth, it’s pearlescent sheen glimmering like moonlight, glowing in

wrapping it around my body, it tightens around me with the unyielding force

winding it round and round like a

my arms are locked against my sides and my legs

soon they’re wrapping

the priest finally

my gaping lips, locking my face into the contours of

breathe, though

nightmares come to life - my mind is awake

nerve endings and muscles to move, to do something - anything! But nothing happens because this

sounds: the clink of glass? The jostling of beads? novelebook A bottle uncorking? For all the fabric’s strength, it

herbaceous fragrance a moment before drops

stones or crystals placed in deliberate patterns on

that foreign electricity in my veins warning me that I won't be able to fight much

out of time, but I refuse to give

to chant then, speaking a language I do not

small room, carrying arcane power

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