Apr 15, 2023
Unholy Devotion new chapter preview!!!! The next two chapters are so fucking good, y’all. I ain’t playing.
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Unholy Devotion new chapter preview!!!! The next two chapters are so fucking good, y’all. I ain’t playing.
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✥ SHE WAS COVERED IN PURPLE JUICE STAINS. Hands shook like leaves on a tree as she sipped festive sangria, each swallow more calming, calming, calming.... until it was so calming that heavy eyelids sunk shut and the glass fell from cold fingers to her warm lap. It felt funny, but it was only for an instant that she recognized a falsely induced sleep before she was out.
Eyes the color of rust watered, her lids pinned open with sharp needles sinking into flesh and bone surrounding her sockets. She lay flat on her back and the image of a woman spread eagle on a slate with a crow pecking out spiraling intestines bizarrely exploded through her thoughts. Dorcas jerked, hands yanking against wrists cuffed to a metal table, her ankles tied with a chain link.
How had she gotten here? She tried to remember, tried to recall a hand wrapping around her mouth to suffocate ragged breathing before she was dragged off for a second spin at this whole kidnapping thing. Or maybe, just maybe she’d never been rescued at all. Maybe they’d lulled her into a false sense of security only to jerk her back into her new reality. That, she thought, was the cruelest of all.
“Untie me!” she cried out, sensing but not quite seeing from her vantage that someone was with her now, watching as her frail and malnourished body fought against magical bindings that would never relent. It was useless, her fight for freedom, but two weeks out of her captor’s hands allowed her flight or fight instinct to replenish. She wanted to get out and though, deep down, she knew that asking would really get her nowhere, she was in survival mode. “Let me the fuck go! They’ll-- they’ll rescue me again. You fuckin’-- piece--of shit.”