The Traitor's Reliquary by Chris Moss

Author:Chris Moss
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: betrayal, epic fantasy, epic adventure, epic battles, epic climax
Publisher: NewLink Publishing

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Every control can be broken, although there is more to this art than mere deprivation or pain. The man on the rack must choose to relinquish his secrets—they are rarely forced from him. The secret is to bring about this choice.

~from ‘Twilight instructions,’ by Spymaster Carr,

dated 42nd year of the Exile~

Harpalus awoke in chains, his head ringing and his body throbbing. Fool. He could almost see Sister Julia shake her head in disappointment. Who said she had to lace the drink with only Bloodwyne?

Fighting his sluggish thoughts, he watched Typhena walk into the room, dressed once again in red silks and delicate gold chains. A confident smile tugged at her lips.

“I know who you are,” the woman said, her voice low and husky. “You’re the alley-rat who chased me through the docks, aren’t you?”

“No, I’m not. I’m a merchant from—”

“Silence.” She punctuated the command with a sharp slap across his face. The Spymaster tried to take control of his thoughts, but the nearly naked woman grabbed him and held his face close.

Despite himself, Harpalus breathed in her scent, their sexual episode still fresh in his memory. Typhena would use it against him.

“That’s right.” She sneered. “You are nothing—nothing but an object that belongs to me.”

Harpalus, unable to move, tried not to let his gaze linger on the woman before him—her soft curves punctuated by gold silk—the confident pose, the way she reached down…

The fire consuming Harpalus’s body stopped the moment her hand withdrew. Harpalus groaned at the loss.

This isn’t right. Trying to focus, he became aware of the sickly-sweet taste coating the inside of his mouth. His mouth lolled open in shock. He had been force-fed Bloodwyne—a far greater concentration than the small doses he had experienced in training.

Bloodwyne. His subconscious parroted the lessons drilled into him years ago by Julia. Drug derived from the blood of Musmahu, collected by Maal and distributed by the Bloodmaster caste. Used as a food replacement and as a means of controlling the population of the Sacred Realm. Known effects: sedation and openness to suggestion in small doses, changing to hyperactivity and uncontrolled lust in larger doses. Extremely concentrated doses are inferred to be part of the creation of the Immortal caste. Highly Addictive.

“You still desire me,” Typhena said, her purring tone breaking through his fragmented thoughts. She walked across his vision, showing the full movements of her sinuous body. She grasped his balls—not in pain—but with complete control.

“Y-yes,” he said.

“Yes, is not good enough.” Typhena released her hold on him. “From now on, it’s yes, my lady, do you understand?”

“I am—”

Another swift backhand cut Harpalus’s words short. He gritted his teeth and tried not to make a sound.

“Yes, what?” She leaned in close to his lips.

“Yes, my lady.”

“Good.” She pulled away and turned her back, cold and unforgiving. “Every time you make a mistake, I will punish you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, my lady.” Somewhere within him, his old training tried to reassert itself. Appear to give in—play her game, but play it better than her.

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