lies."
"Why me?" she pleaded. "I just want to go home."
"Oh, that'll never happen again, Leena," he said, his expression turning stoic and solemn. "You will host my mate for as long as we choose to remain on this abandoned rock you call Earth. Maybe one day your supposed lord and savior will grow bored with his other projects and return to save all his pathetic creations, but until that day you and this world belong to us."
Leena closed her eyes as the tears streamed down her cheeks. It was all a bad dream; it had to be a bad dream.
"We have more influence than you can ever know, Leena," he said. '"You don't know how many of the most powerful men in the world have been at our disposal. Not just evil men, men that you thought were good. We don't discriminate; if they bring us power, then we take them."
"No," she said, shaking her head. "None of this is true. You're not real."
Abaddon burst out into riotous laughter, grabbing his stomach and throwing his head into the air as his joyful chorus escaped him. "You're a werewolf, honey. That excuse might work for a human, but you know the world isn't what it seems. You know there's more to it than this."
Abaddon looked at her with disgust as she looked up at him one more time. "It's a good thing my mate will have complete dominion over your mind. I don't think I can stomach the inane prattle you're spewing day in and day out. Pathetic."
That was the last thing Abaddon said to her for the rest of the day and night. She was a prisoner in his room, only able to watch television and wait for the moment when he told her she would become one with his mate. He hadn't given his mate's name to her and she was afraid to ask.
Finally, one week after she had been taken from Bucklin, the plan was set in motion. The world was completely dark to Leena. She could feel her hands bound behind her back and she could barely walk, but that didn't matter to her captors as they dragged her across the dirt and rocks. She knew she was outside, but she had no idea where.
They loaded her into some sort of vehicle, one that definitely wasn't a motorcycle, and drove her for several hours before finally halting. She heard shouting as they opened the car door and roughly pulled her out to begin the horrific journey they had planned for her.
"Brothers and sisters," she heard Abaddon say. "You know why we are gathered here."
"Hail Abaddon!" a chorus of rough-sounding voices screamed. "Hail Empusa!"
Leena could only assume Empusa was the name of the demon she was about to become very acquainted with. She could feel her knees almost knocking together, her entire body shaking as Abaddon continued to drone on about destiny and hell's right to conquer.
She could hear what sounded like hundreds of people all around her, all chanting and moving as the unholy ritual unfolded. Without care for her body or her well-being she was roughly slammed onto a piece of hard stone. She tried to coil up and grab at her stomach as she gasped for air, but strong hands pulled her arms and legs apart, stretching her out like one large X. Coarse rope dug into her skin as they tied her down.
Warm blood began to run down her wrists and ankles where the rope had cut her skin open, but still they continued their chant. She wanted to scream, wanted to cry out to somebody to help her, but all she could do was pray. Silently she begged God to save her, to rescue her from the evil that was being done to her. If God heard her, he didn't give any sign, because the next words she heard were terrifying.
"When I plunge this dagger into her heart it will infuse Empusa into her soul!"
A cheer erupted from the crowd as Abaddon finished his sentence. She was trapped with nowhere to go. She sucked in a deep breath and braced herself for the inevitable, but there was nothing that could prepare her for what happened next.
She screamed in agony as the cold steel pierced her skin and plunged into her still-beating heart. She immediately felt
"Why me?" she pleaded. "I just want to go home."
"Oh, that'll never happen again, Leena," he said, his expression turning stoic and solemn. "You will host my mate for as long as we choose to remain on this abandoned rock you call Earth. Maybe one day your supposed lord and savior will grow bored with his other projects and return to save all his pathetic creations, but until that day you and this world belong to us."
Leena closed her eyes as the tears streamed down her cheeks. It was all a bad dream; it had to be a bad dream.
"We have more influence than you can ever know, Leena," he said. '"You don't know how many of the most powerful men in the world have been at our disposal. Not just evil men, men that you thought were good. We don't discriminate; if they bring us power, then we take them."
"No," she said, shaking her head. "None of this is true. You're not real."
Abaddon burst out into riotous laughter, grabbing his stomach and throwing his head into the air as his joyful chorus escaped him. "You're a werewolf, honey. That excuse might work for a human, but you know the world isn't what it seems. You know there's more to it than this."
Abaddon looked at her with disgust as she looked up at him one more time. "It's a good thing my mate will have complete dominion over your mind. I don't think I can stomach the inane prattle you're spewing day in and day out. Pathetic."
That was the last thing Abaddon said to her for the rest of the day and night. She was a prisoner in his room, only able to watch television and wait for the moment when he told her she would become one with his mate. He hadn't given his mate's name to her and she was afraid to ask.
Finally, one week after she had been taken from Bucklin, the plan was set in motion. The world was completely dark to Leena. She could feel her hands bound behind her back and she could barely walk, but that didn't matter to her captors as they dragged her across the dirt and rocks. She knew she was outside, but she had no idea where.
They loaded her into some sort of vehicle, one that definitely wasn't a motorcycle, and drove her for several hours before finally halting. She heard shouting as they opened the car door and roughly pulled her out to begin the horrific journey they had planned for her.
"Brothers and sisters," she heard Abaddon say. "You know why we are gathered here."
"Hail Abaddon!" a chorus of rough-sounding voices screamed. "Hail Empusa!"
Leena could only assume Empusa was the name of the demon she was about to become very acquainted with. She could feel her knees almost knocking together, her entire body shaking as Abaddon continued to drone on about destiny and hell's right to conquer.
She could hear what sounded like hundreds of people all around her, all chanting and moving as the unholy ritual unfolded. Without care for her body or her well-being she was roughly slammed onto a piece of hard stone. She tried to coil up and grab at her stomach as she gasped for air, but strong hands pulled her arms and legs apart, stretching her out like one large X. Coarse rope dug into her skin as they tied her down.
Warm blood began to run down her wrists and ankles where the rope had cut her skin open, but still they continued their chant. She wanted to scream, wanted to cry out to somebody to help her, but all she could do was pray. Silently she begged God to save her, to rescue her from the evil that was being done to her. If God heard her, he didn't give any sign, because the next words she heard were terrifying.
"When I plunge this dagger into her heart it will infuse Empusa into her soul!"
A cheer erupted from the crowd as Abaddon finished his sentence. She was trapped with nowhere to go. She sucked in a deep breath and braced herself for the inevitable, but there was nothing that could prepare her for what happened next.
She screamed in agony as the cold steel pierced her skin and plunged into her still-beating heart. She immediately felt
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