I listened as Sin and Hoax disappeared into the shadows, leaving me alone in the chill. My life changed in that moment. I fell out of love with Sin, finally seeing that men only wanted my body, only cared for their own pleasure. Sin could have challenged his father with his spells, but his fear outweighed his love for me. That’s when I understood my love was real—because even though I feared for my life, I still tried to speak up for him. Yet, who would protect me? Who would have the courage to stand up to that monster for my sake? I closed my eyes, wishing my mother would come and take me away. I must have drifted into a deep sleep, because when I heard my name, the sun was already peeking over the clouds.
“Eboenia!” Jinx’s voice echoed desperately through the forest.
I was still in agony, the wound on my side throbbing—hard and charred, the flesh there all but cooked. My body trembled from the pain, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my heart. Jinx, Lune, and Blair descended from the sky, their wings beating the air as they landed in front of me, faces etched with fear and worry.
“What the hell happened?” Jinx shrieked, rushing to my side.
I collapsed into her arms, clinging to her as hot tears spilled down my cheeks. “Hoax…Hoax forced himself inside of me!” I sobbed, my voice breaking. They all gasped, as if it was their last breath.
“That ugly vermin! I’m so fucking sick of him!” Blair shouted, voice trembling with rage as she rubbed my back.
Lune knelt beside me, her gentle hands hovering over my wound, eyes brimming with tears. “I can’t believe he did this to you,” she whispered, her voice cracking with sorrow.
“Sin left me…he left me! He didn’t even come back to check on me,” I choked out, feeling the betrayal burn deeper than any wound. Jinx rocked me gently.
“Fuck him, you have us,” she replied.
“One day, he’ll have to answer to our ancestors. I can’t wait for it. That sick bitch should be beheaded,” Jinx cried, her anger and pain mingling in every word.
“You have a wand, Eboenia. Why didn’t you use it?” Lune asked, her voice trembling with confusion and helplessness.
“Now is not the time, Lune!” Blair snapped, shooting her a glare.
“I’m just saying. She has this magical wand but what good is it doing, huh? She’s badly injured and he raped her! It’s not fair, damn it! How are we supposed to heal her? Our magic isn’t anywhere near as powerful as Hoax’s fire,” Lune’s voice broke, frustration and despair spilling out as she pressed her forehead to my shoulder.
Jinx’s wings fluttered as she spoke. “I think it’s time we find a home outside of this realm. This world isn’t like the fairytales our parents told us about. It’s dark, bloody, and cold.”
Blair and Lune pressed in closer, their arms and wings wrapping around me in a group hug. Despite the pain that wracked my body, I felt the warmth of their embrace seep into my soul, stitching together the parts of me that Hoax damaged.For a moment, in the shelter of their love, I could breathe again…
I shot up from that nightmare—the same one that always haunts me whenever I fall into a deep sleep. When I woke, I was sitting in a garden tub filled with leaves, right in the middle of the forest. War sat in a chair nearby, watching me while he smoked, a book floating in his lap and those glasses on his face that somehow made him look less menacing. The last thing I remembered was passing out after taking four of him.
“You have to do something about that nightmare,” he said.
I sat up in the tub, and for a second, it felt like my pussy and anus were about to fall out. My body was covered in passion marks, my breasts still swollen, and my legs weak. War chuckled as he rose from his chair, the book in his hand evaporating into thin air. He walked over and perched on the tub’s edge, staring down at me like a hawk.
“Your little fairy-elf hybrid boy left you for dead, but you begged me to spare him when I took you from your wedding,” he said, sounding agitated.
“War, please—not now. I’m on the brink of death. I’m dehydrated and starving. How did I even get here?” I asked, looking around.
“Through a portal. I brought you here because your kind heals faster in nature—your deep connection to it supercharges your healing abilities. But back to the point—why do you care so much for those who betrayed you?”
“I’m not like you.”
He leaned in, his lips just inches from mine. “But you will be. It’s the only way you’ll ever truly fly,” he said, caressing my arm.
I leaned in too, my lips almost brushing his. “Are you jealous?”
"I don’t know those kinds of feelings. I’d rather embrace darkness than to let you make me weak. I’ve come too far to fall into a fairy’s nest,” he replied, but his fingers tightened on my skin, betraying a need he’d never admit.
“You’ve already fallen there.”
War cupped my chin and squeezed, yet his thumb traced my jaw with a tenderness that contradicted his psychotic ways. “I’m still liable to remind you of your purpose—which is to get fucked and shut up!” he said.
I kept my mouth shut. War loved putting me in my place, and we both knew the unspoken truth: his cruelty was a leash, but also a connection. I let it go, feeling the heat of his dominance settle over me.
“About that dream you keep having,” War pressed.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
