The Hunger Saga by Tyranni Thomas

Author:Tyranni Thomas [Thomas, Tyranni]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2019-12-17T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Jaysen

I’d been his unsired prisoner for two days. At least the rain stopped long enough for us to sit outside a while. I was so sick of those four cabin walls. Dom yawned and slammed the axe down again. The log split with ease and he used his foot to knock the remaining piece off the block.

The Oracle had said that I would die if he fed off me directly, but then again, she’d also been singing all types of crazy shit about my future. I was pretty sure she only said it to keep Angel happy and to keep me alive.

“I thought giving you time to calm down and accept things might make all this a little easier for you, but I see you’re one of those that stews on things.”

“Ar . . . are you really going to? I mean, even though she said it would kill me?”

“You don’t seem to think she was being honest, why should I?” He smiled and pointed to the bare patch of dirt. It was just dry enough to hold weight.

I’d been with him long enough to know not to dally. I made my way to the place he’d pointed and wiggled out of my shirt.

When I glanced up again, he was posted up on the handle of his axe like it was a cane.

“Pretu,” he stressed.

“Oh,” I whispered, realizing that my delusions were over with. He hadn’t changed his mind, and my fate clearly had not changed. I was so stupid for having thought that being sentenced to fate was anything but what it was meant to be, a death sentence.

I fumbled with my pants and cursed my introvert nature. I’d never really been comfortable with the skin I was in. I wasn’t ripped like my brother, or the tall, skinny type either. I was just a little stocky and a lot shy.

He spun the axe like a wheel, showing off with it a second before he smacked it into the block. There it remained. He came close to me, and I knew with just one peek at his face, that there wouldn’t be any mercy this time.

My time was up.

He hooked a thumb on either side of my waist and pulled pants and boxers both down with one quick haul. I flinched to cover myself, and he caught my arms.

“Step out of them,” he ordered, before carrying a few pieces of wood to the firepit in front of me. He stoked the fire and played with the positioning of his logs until it caught. Then, he went to the side of the cabin, and I noticed for the first time, a long row of what looked like fire pokers. Each one had a different-sized shape on the end. It wasn’t until he brought it back and laid it, emblem side to the fire that I realized what he meant to do.

“Dom . . .,” I quietly began, even though I knew it had to be done. It was what differentiated us from those who fed the masses.

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