Page 27 of Soulmateless


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I dig in my heels to suppress my fears, but my body refuses to stop shaking. “V-V-Vasilisa?”

What the fuck am I supposed to do?

“Oh come on. You’re not that weak, are you?" She approaches, and I immediately step back. Her smirk drops, baring her teeth instead. "You can’t even say your own mother's name without stuttering?"

I can't bring myself to respond. All my throat offers are pathetic excuses for breath.

Luminous purple spreads from around her pupils to the edge of her irises. “Pathetic.”

I'm fucked!

I bolt away from her to the direction the fire had started. People scream. Dreamscreechers claw their victims without mercy.

That's about to be me next if Vasilisa goes into dreamscreecher form.

“You can't keep running like a coward!”

I look over my shoulder catching a glimpse of her in dusty purple fur on a cougar's body structure, her sharp horns shining and her canines bare. I'm definitely fucked!

I try to speed up when weight and claws dig into my back, knocking me to the floor.

Fuck!

I attempt to push myself, but with unsheathed claws to my head threatening to rip out my brain, I stay put.

"Now let's see…" she purrs. "How should I go about this? Should I make this quick and just get this over? Or should I make this slow? Hearing your screams would be satisfying after I wasted eighteen years of my life on you."

My pulse is so strong, I'm sure she could hear it. I can only hope that she makes this quick.

“I mean, I sacrificed your father for you. I sacrificed the whole kingdom for you. I sacrificed my sanity and my morals. My own happiness. My time. My leadership.”

Just do it already!

“And even after all of that, you've still turned out to benothing!”She digs her claws deeper into my flesh and I cry out in pain

This is it. She’ll kill me any second.

“You're lucky I don't have time to waste in this kingdom.”

This will be the last time I think. The last time I feel, I smell. The last time I feel my heart hammering in my chest.

I was just trying to live a normal life without being tortured by Vasilisa. Now, all I can hope is that there's an afterlife, where I can finally just be free.

Life’s a real bitch.

I squeeze my eyes shut, ready to embrace agony before my last breath.

Just as I can feel her breath on my throat, she croaks, “Wh-t-t-th-”

Her claws release my head, almost like she wasn't about to decapitate me.

What's happening?

I look up to Vasilisa's neck looking smaller than normal. She scratches at it, drawing my attention to red s shaped flowers. The stems are wrapped around like a lasso, except tighter with intent to kill.

I take the opportunity to kick her stomach with my leg and pull myself out. I gawk at the contraption of flowers she's in once I'm not under her. It's amazing that I was just about to die, and then these flowers popped out of nowhere.

What kind of luck….