Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 176

#Chapter 176 — Bound Trigger warning — Assault (non-sexual)

Ella

“It’s all right, Ella.”

The first priest says, approaching me as one might a skittish horse — with slow, measured movements and hands exposed to show he holds no weapon.

“We only want to protect you.”

“Protect me from what?” I question shakily, my back flush against the locked door.

“You have a very powerful magic inside you, and if it’s allowed to come out you’ll be exposed.We can’t let that happen.” He explains, using a tone much too gentle to be trustworthy.

It’s as though he’s trying to trick me, to convince me he’s kind when he truly intends malice.

“I don’t have any magic.” I insist, wishing that I did.

Maybe if I was magic I might be able to put a stop to the things happening here — to protect the others without bringing harm to myself.I was so preoccupied with this statement that I almost missed the second piece of information.

“Exposed to what?”

“You do, it just hasn’t shown itself yet.”

The second priest sighs, keeping his distance but watching me with sharp eyes.

“At least not in ways you understand.Tell me, have you never noticed how much stronger you are than your peers? That you can hear and smell things from much greater distances? That you can run faster, jump higher, suffer greater injuries with less pain?”

He inquires, his hawkish gaze searing into me, “do they not follow you? Gravitate to your side and obey you as a leader?”

My head spins, making me dizzy with the possibilities.He guesses correctly, but that can’t be because I have some sort of special power.It’s just the way things are…isn’t it? “And exposed to a world you cannot yet join.”

The first man adds.

“It must happen when the time is right – but that time is a very long way off.”

“I don’t understand.”

I squeak, a sense of pure dread settling in the pit of my stomach.

“We know, Ella.”

The second man proclaims, “And I’m sorry that this must happen, it will not be pleasant, but it is necessary for the future of our people.”I shake my head, fighting back tears.

Their words are triggering every alarm bell in my young mind.I know what men do to little girls under the guise of necessity, the pretense of helping or protecting.

And I know exactly how unpleasant things can get.

My blood runs cold, and my pulse races, triggering a strange new energy deep in my bones.

through me like a bolt of electricity, a wild thing writhes just beneath my skin, feral and rabid — begging to

my body

at each other with

on — another week

“I’m sorry, child.”

gravely, closing the

not do this if

terror, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before, takes over

screaming at me to run, to get away at

that whatever these men intend will be far worse than anything the doctor or dormitory

isn’t anywhere to

larger and stronger than I am bearing down on me.I try to scream, but the second priest clamps

my teeth into his

me away from the door, propelling me further

grabs my legs, and I’m lifted

screams muffled and garbled

tang fanning the flames in my already

gagging, fighting for air and

how to fight them — I’m powerless in their strong grips, and they seem completely

the wind for all the effort they expend to contain

the air, sounding very far

deeper than my own, thick with grief and pain

with concern, joins the terrible

“It’s too much.”

“Just a little more.”

voice, floating

“We’re so close.”

coming from, and the priests

more than a pawn in their game — tiny and

thrust onto the

sits on my kicking legs, pulling his tool bag to

extracts a shimmering silk cloth, it’s pearlescent sheen glimmering like moonlight, glowing in the

they begin wrapping it around my body, it tightens around me

the fabric, winding it

arms are locked against my sides and my legs tightly shut, I’m completely

grip, and soon they’re wrapping my head, as if

mouth, the priest finally removes

over my gaping lips, locking my

to breathe, though I don’t

life – my mind is awake but I’m trapped in my own body, unable

move, to do something – anything! But nothing happens because this isn’t a dream from which I can wake, this is real, and it’s

to identify the sounds: the clink of glass? The jostling of beads? novelebook

before drops of moisture seep through the silk and onto

objects are laid over my body, stones or crystals placed in deliberate patterns on

in my veins warning me

but I

to chant then, speaking a language I do not

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