The Soothing Scent Of Earth (Elemental Awakening, Book 2) Read Free Page B

Make me open a little to his tender care and softly murmured words, and then cut me off completely from that line of support. Reinforcing my desolation.
    Davos laughed, it slithered along my spine and left sickening pinpricks all over my skin. A small amount of sweat had broken out across my upper lip, threatening to spread at an alarming speed.
    "Enjoy yourself, Doctor," he murmured. "Perhaps by this evening we both will have satisfied an itch."
    Bile coated my tongue, as the door clicked shut behind the physician.
    My eyes met the feral green of Davos' and an ugly smirk graced his lips.
    "Are you ready, Princess? " he mocked, emphasising the title the Gi had never acknowledged, even though it appeared they had that day in Auckland. I was not their long lost princess, and they'd known it.
    What they hadn't known was what I actually was.
    I had an awful feeling that despite what perverse and evil things Davos had in store for me this afternoon, I'd never be able to give them the answer they sought.
    I sucked in ragged breath after ragged breath, as he stepped closer and closer to my bed. Just before he reached out a large hand to grasp me, I screamed.
    It was the only weapon I had.
    And it was never going to be enough.

Chapter 2
In My Dark, Dank Cell
    "It's just you and me," Davos murmured in my ear, as he clasped a metal bracket around my wrist. "Cosy, eh?" he whispered, letting his sickeningly hot breath wash over my still healing cheek.
    He bent and fastened two more chains to my ankles, the metal already digging into my flesh. I was strung up and defenceless. My arms pulled taut above my head, my back to a cold concrete wall, and my feet braced slightly wider than shoulder length apart. He adjusted the tension until there was absolutely no give at all. I couldn't even rattle the chains they were so tight.
    I settled for a glare at my torturer, the only defiance I could spare.
    He stepped back and held my gaze, a twist of his lips at one side letting me see his amusement at my ridiculous show of strength.
    "With the good doctor gone, there's no one in this building to hear your screams," Davos pointed out, enjoying the reaction that must have shown on my face. "I don't have to consider word of our fun reaching the Rigas ," he added, crossing his arms over his chest as he studied me.
    His green tinged eyes coasted over my exposed frame. He hadn't stripped me, but the shirt I wore was so threadbare he'd see every outline, every dip and curve of my breasts. And the trousers, although still clinging doggedly to my hips, had been ripped early on in my captivity, until now they were more shorts than long pants. He made sure I could see his hunger with each bile inducing caress of his gaze. I was no longer certain if it was hunger for my pain or something else, though.
    And that made the bile surge up my throat.
    "Before we get started, I have obligations I must meet," he said, in a tone that suggested he'd rather bypass this part and head straight for the fun. "What are you?" he asked, the question that was repeated daily, several times a day , during my sessions with this man.
    "I've already told you," I replied, swallowing down the acrid taste on my tongue and almost gagging. "I don't know."
    "Not good enough," he shot back. "The Basilissa wants the truth."
    The Basilissa was the Queen of the Gi. And I was sure these interrogations were carried out on her orders and not, in fact, the King's.
    "I can't tell you what I don't know," I supplied, a truth I had repeated since the start.
    "No?" Davos queried with an arched brow. "Then maybe I can force it out of you. Perhaps it is buried deep inside and you just require the right stimulant to extract the knowledge."
    He smirked. It made me physically sick.
    "I can be very stimulating," he pointed out with a sneer.
    Vomit pooled in my mouth. I was tempted to spit it at him, but the consequences would be too painful, even if the disgust he'd surely show would offer a minute measure of