Djinn: Cursed by Erik Schubach

Author:Erik Schubach [Schubach, Erik]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: Erik Schubach
Published: 2016-07-17T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9 – Xerxes

I don't know how long I was out, and when I started coming to, I decided I would rather have still been unconscious. My migraine made the lights wherever I was, feel like icepicks to my brain as I tried to open my eyes.

I blinked an inordinate amount, trying to get used to the light and push away the pain in my head. As I slowly succeeded, I thought again, maybe I shouldn't have since I could feel all the aches and pains in my body. I felt stiff. My entire body ached, and my muscles all felt knotted. My back and wings hurt bad, but not as bad as my face and head.

I had black hair hanging in my eyes, was there someone else here with me? Oh wait, I had black hair now. Then everything came rushing back to me when I tried to raise my hand to brush the errant hair from my eyes but found that my hands were bound.

I glanced around in a panic. I was in a plain white room that reminded me oddly of a hospital room. It was sterile and white. My wings ached so much it was almost debilitating. I looked to my sides to see I was laying on a table, and my wings were spread out on two matching tables with a spike through each wing! Railroad spikes. The bastards had me pinned like a butterfly in some sort of sick parody of an entomologist's bug collection.

My hands were bound in front of me, and the thin, rough rope was tied to another loop that wrapped around my back so I couldn't raise my arms.

My feet were free, but I couldn't get off the table, as I was held firmly by the spikes through the flesh of my wings leading edges. Or were they through the light but strong bones in them? That thought scared me more than anything. They were... my wings. They didn't have the right to desecrate them like that.

I strained my wings, trying to pull them forward and pull the metal spikes out. I bit back a scream from the new fire that threatened to consume me, radiating from my wings when the spikes that held me down didn't move, but my wings slipped a little higher on the spikes, causing them to saw at me as the irregular surface of the metal slid along the bone.

I gasped and tried not to hyperventilate as I relaxed to catch my breath. At least one question had been answered, the spikes were through the flesh and muscle, not the bone. That was actually good. If they had gone through the bone, it could cause fat embolus, where the bone marrow seeps into the blood and could cause various serious complications, such as severe lung problems, and seizures.

Sometimes I hate being a nursing student and knowing that stuff.

I stopped to reason that through. They wanted me alive so they could use me like a wishing slot machine slave until I was used up and dead.

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