Surrogate For Alpha Dom

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 thatI 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

man proclaims, “And I’m sorry that this must happen, it will not be pleasant, but it is necessary

my young mind I know what men do to little girls under the guise of necessity, the pretense of

things can get. My bl00d 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 –

with grim determination. “Her timing was sp0t on – another week

The first priest professes gravely, closing the distance between us. “We would not do this if

I’ve ever experienced before, takes over my senses. My instincts are screaming at

on me. But there isn’t anywhere to run. I’ve got a bolted door at my 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 the sound can escape. I sink my teeth into his palm, but he doesn’t

legs, and I’m lifted off the ground. I thrash violently against their hold, my screams muffled and garbled as the priest continues to smother me. His bl00d seeps into my mouth, the metallic tang fanning the flames in my already sour stomach. My gorge rises, and I’m gagging, fighting for air and struggling to focus on my escape. I don’t know what to do

than my own, thick with grief

with concern, joins the terrible sounds. “It’s too

voice, floating above me, replies. “We’re so

the priests don’t seem to hear them at all. They continue with their task with single- minded focus, and i’m nothing more than a pawn

my wrists while the

around my body, it tightens around me with the unyielding force of steel. They enclose me in

me alive. Just before the silk falls over my mouth, the priest finally removes his hand from my mouth. A half second

lie there motionless, my brain screaming at my nerve endings and muscles

outside the walls of my silken prison, and I strain to identify the sounds: the clink of glass? The jostling of beads? A bottle unc0rking? FoI all the fabric’s strength, it does not stop me from feeling or smelling. My nose is filled with some pungent, herbaceous