Thread: ...And Blood Shall Hunt For Blood [Kuro_Bara x Ryees]

RE ...And Blood Shall Hunt For Blood KuroBara x Ryees Thyra blinked slowly, trying to focus on the room. It seemed to sit at a weird angle, the edges of her vision were blurry making it even more difficult to get her bearings. She desperately tried to recall where she was and how she got here. Her mother's voice wavered in the back of her mind. Her tone was warning...telling her not to leave the house...telling her it was dangerous... She always hated when her overprotective mother was right. Very carefully she tried to push herself out but much to her horror realized she couldn't move her arms. Tilting her head to the side made a soft groan escape her lips and caused her vision to swim and darken alarmingly. When the throbbing ache her head cleared enough to see again, Thyra could see thick leather straps around her wrists. It finally sunk in that she was strapped to a bed. Fear caused a icy shiver up her spine and she bit her lip to reign in the mounting panic. A door to her left creaked and she frantically tried to look around, causing another bout of throbbing pain. Whoever had kidnapped her had clearly used a drug that effected people like her. Her mother had explained that she was special, of a caste that barely existed in Tereille any more. Her mother said she was blessed to be alive but that she had to be protected. She had kept her jewels hidden and tried to suppress both her natural abilities and power as well as her instincts. It was part of why they lived so far away from most towns and villages. Somehow...someone had found her. Thyra was particularly vunerable, she was on the cusp of 16 and just about to make her Offering to the Darkness. If she was broken now...Tereille would loose yet another potentially powerful Queen. Thyra wanted to help heal the realm but some hidden power seemed determined to prevent such a thing from happening. A male face suddenly loomed over making her yelp slightly. He was haggard looking, stubble covering his face and his eyes sunken and tired. She immediately sensed that he was one of the shattered Blood. One of those that the Witchstorm had destroyed. He had been lucky enough to live through it...or unlucky enough depending on how one looked at it. Thyra had the immediate instinct to cower away from him, but swallowed the feeling and glared definitely up at him. She wouldn't be intimidated by him or anyone. You won't be so brave when we're through with you whore. He hissed, his breath stunk of alcohol. The next sound she heard made her want to scream and she thrashed against the bed, panic finally winning out over any other emotion. The sound of a zipper, the rustle of clothing as another man pushed his trousers down. The man looming over her sneered. First we'll break you...then we'll kill you...no one in Tereille will come to save you. Tears welled up in Thyra's emerald eyes. 'NOOooooo' She didn't realize that she had sent the panicked cry out across the Red psychic threads. She sobbed with terror as she felt the bed sink as the unknown man knelt between her legs and harshly shoved them apart. 'Help me!' It was almost a scream. If there was anyone in the area Red or darker jewels her voice would most certainly reverberate through their mind, male or female.