Supernatural Prison of Nightmares: Supernatural Series, #2

By Kiesha Thomas

She is in the hands of her soul mate's enemies. Her planet and everyone in it will be annihilated. The assassins have descended to take their revenge, and bathe in her blood.

She is in the hands of her soul mate's enemies. Her planet and everyone in it will be annihilated. The assassins have descended to take their revenge, and bathe in her blood.
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• Language: English
• Publisher: Kiesha Thomas
• Release date: Jul 12, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201694739

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Koyama Miho

My heart was trying to beat out of my chest. I don’t know what I had just witnessed. Atticus Ebizo disappeared. His aura evaporated into a cream mist and then went clear. He reappeared and disappeared after stabbing Petya. The air was scented with blood and Petya’s screams. I was frozen in place, my brain sent signals to my legs, but they just wouldn’t move. Leaning on the wall for support, I tried to ignore the sounds of Petya’s flesh being ripped open. Time seemed to slow down, as my adrenaline surged in my veins.

I should be afraid of Atticus and part of me does fear him, but he saved me from Filippov’s men. A tremor ran down my spine at how Filippov tortured me. Filippov made a fatal mistake when he killed Takamaura.I will avenge your death Takamaru. I will not rest until Filippov pays for what he did to you.

Petya’s body hit the floor with a thud. Blood hung in the air like red clouds. Atticus’s aura flashed a cool teal color as he bent and wiped his blades on Petya’s clothes.

I took a step back. My lips trembled as I lifted my head. How did you know he was in here?

This is my planet. I know everything and my word is absolute law. Get some rest princess. I have a feeling you’ll need it. He walked out the room whistling a festive tune.

A few minutes later, some men came in and picked up the body. I watched them as I rubbed my hands along my arms to rid my flesh of the goosebumps. They shut the door behind them. Breathing deep, I paced back and forth in front of the bed. Petya managed to breach the palace, so my illusion of safety had been desecrated. Rushing to the door, I turned the doorknob. It was locked from the outside.

Great. I can’t even leave this room, should I need to run. I don’t think I can convince Atticus to let me go now. Do I want to?

Running my hands through my hair, I walked to the bed. I was shaken to the bone, at what just happened. I needed to remain calm... Sitting on the edge of my bed, I tried to formulate a plan. Nothing came to mind, when I couldn’t leave this room. I don’t have control over my power enough to move the walls of the palace without destroying the palace and everything in it. Standing up, I began counting the number paces from the bed to the dresser, and from the dresser to the bathroom. When I was sure of the number of steps to each, I counted the number of steps to the bedroom door. My advantage would be this room. At this point, it was all I had. Closing my eyes, I dropped to my knees and rolled underneath the bed. Sometimes the best fight wasn’t a fight at all.

Dang. Why do I have these powers if I can’t control them? If the powers can’t keep everyone and me alive that I love, then what is the purpose?

Standing I pace before the bed. My muscles throbbed with adrenaline and nervous energy. There aren’t any windows in here, but my internal body clock told me it was early morning. Stalking to the head of the bed, I leaned my head against the headboard.

I will just rest my eyes for a minute. There is no way I can sleep now. My body is exhausted, and my eyes hurt so bad I can hardly see.

I had never been accustomed to complete silence, and this place was quiet. You could hear a rat piss on cotton. Back home, the palace was never quiet there was always parties, company, and ruckus from the servants that lived within the palace walls. I needed that banter, and incessant chatter now more than anything. I missed father’s nightly kiss on my forehead. Salty tears traveled down my cheeks, and I swiped them away.

Qiaris give me the strength that I need to see your will done and save my people.

Counting my breaths, I allowed my muscles to relax. Despite my best efforts I drifted off to sleep. A whiff of hibiscus and ylang ylang drifted to my nose, and my eyes opened. The energy was different now. Sliding from the bed, I crawled underneath the bed, and rolled toward the other side. Someone is here. His aura is cloaked.

Would Atticus come in my room invisible? Whoever is in here is not Atticus. There’s no way for me to call to Atticus without giving my location away to the intruder.

My ears twitched as I listened. There was something about the air in the room. It had shifted and become colder. There was a scent that lingered in the air that wasn’t here before. I quickly continued to roll until I was out on the other side.

Reaching behind the bed, I unplugged the lamp on the nightstand. Wrapping the cord around my arm, I grabbed the lamp. I am truly in darkness. I can’t see any auras, shapes or colors. I’m at a disadvantage.

Lifting my nose, I caught a whiff, of him and I swung the lamp. It connected with flesh. His aura appeared bathed in amber hues as Filippov’s face appeared. My eyes flared wide as I roll out of his way as he reached for my neck. Each beat of my heart caused my stomach to rock Focusing on the nightstand, it lifted in the air and went soaring toward Filippov’s head, but he had gone invisible again.

Clenching my teeth, I focus all my energy on the adjacent wall. Thinking of my father, I channeled my power and blew the wall out. The foundation of the palace shook as my power surged all around me. A gush of wind whirled through the opening and I rushed forward through the gaping. It was morning and the bright lights weren’t helping my escape. I could feel the sun warming my skin chasing the goosebumps away.

The ground shake underneath his weight. Multiple tree branches and debris crunched under his feet. He sounded close, so I sped up, ignoring the burning in my lungs. Dashing into the forest, I weaved right and left, using the trees as coverage.

My chest heaved and my legs trembled. I stopped behind a tree to rest. Inhaling deep, I broke out into a run. His hand wound around my hair, and he yanked me back.

Help. I struggled to free myself as he thrust me hard against his back. Something sharp poked me in the neck.

You thought you could escape me. No princess, you and I are just getting started, said Filippov.

Dang. He’s drugged me.

My muscles went weak and I couldn’t move. I lay limp in his arms like a baby. I was helpless in the arms of my enemy who longed to torture me. Indeed, somethings were worse than death and this man happened to know all of them. I heard shouts from the palace, but they were far away from us.

His hand covered my mouth. I struggled but it didn’t do any do, and then I stilled in his arms. The scent of sandalwood drifted on the breeze. I almost wept. It was the scent of Atticus, and judging by the direction of the breeze, he was running toward us. Closing my eyes, I listened to the ground shaking with the different vibrations of the different footsteps. Atticus had an army of men behind him, but he was miles ahead of them. My vision was blurred, and my heart was slowly beating. Squirming I tried to move, but I couldn’t move my limbs. It felt like thousands of forguchen creatures were crawling all over my body and I longed to tear my flesh open with my fingernails. I was hot, suddenly feverish, as I struggled to remain conscious. Swallowing hard, I heard Atticus skid to a halt a few feet away.

You’re too late Atticus, said Filippov. He moved his hand from my mouth as my body became light as my aura started fading. Atticus threw a dagger at us which landed into the tree trunk behind us.

I opened my eyes. Staggering to my feet, I walked to the wall, lightly touching the cold concrete surface that had an x pattern etched into the surface. There was a lingering scent of blood on the walls. Exploring the space, I came to a wooden cylinder structure big enough to place a human inside it. The door was lined with twelve-inch thick nails designed to pierce your flesh from head to toe. The oak wood was thick enough that no one would hear you scream. If someone did hear you, who would help you? It was cold in here, and the smell of dried metallic coppery blood filled the air.

Clank. Something metal toppled to the floor. Pain exploded at the base of my skull as I slid into darkness embrace. When I regained consciousness, I was strapped down to the chair. Leather binds were binding my hands to the chair, and there was some type of metal brace around my head keeping it in place. My legs were spread apart and bound by leather straps as well. It seemed like I was in a primitive version of an electric chair. He was going to light me up like a Christmas tree and fry my brains out.

It could be worse. I could’ve been naked or in a tee shirt and panties. I often slept in frilly, skimpy silk attire that made me feel feminine and beautiful. I was a virgin so what did I know about being sexy. I tried to think about sparkling lip stick, silk clothes and alluring scents. Anything but the destiny of torture that was waiting on me.

I think that is how guys noticed me all of them except Amitai. He saw me at my worse and his attraction to me was instant. It was a heady mix of desire and admiration, which had washed over me like crashing waves slamming against jagged rocks. My body felt hot all over. I closed my eyes trying to focus on getting out of here.

Now is not the time to think about how hot and achy he makes me feel. I need to get out of here.

I know that even if something happens to me, he will protect Teletera. I haven’t known him long, but I just know it. Squeaky wheels rolled across the floor heading me.

Filippov wheeled the metal tray over to me. The soft clank of the