Accidental Surrogate for Alpha by Caroline Above Story Chapter 175

#Chapter 175 — Bound Trigger warning — Assault (non-S**ual)

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.

electricity, a wild thing writhes just beneath

hiss, my body shuddering with

look at each other with

was spot on — another week and we’d be

“I’m sorry, child.”

professes gravely, closing the

do this if there was

anything I’ve ever experienced before, takes over

to

be far worse than anything the doctor or dormitory matron have ever inflicted

isn’t

my back and two attackers far larger and stronger than I am bearing down on me.I try to scream, but

teeth into his palm, but he

the

legs, and I’m

muffled

the metallic tang fanning the flames in my already

I’m gagging, fighting for

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

well be a feather swaying in the wind for all the effort they

the

are deeper than my own, thick with grief and pain more complex than the sheer fright in my own panicked

tinged with concern,

“It’s too much.”

“Just a little more.”

second voice, floating above me,

“We’re so close.”

sounds are coming from, and the priests don’t seem to hear them at

and i’m nothing more than a pawn in

the floor

wrists while the other sits on my kicking legs, pulling his tool bag

silk cloth, it’s pearlescent sheen glimmering like

they begin wrapping it around my body, it

fabric, winding it round and round like

are locked against my sides and my

can’t move a muscle in the fabric’s punishing grip, and soon they’re wrapping my head, as if

the silk falls over my mouth, the priest finally removes

over my gaping lips, locking my face into

though I don’t

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

anything!

identify the sounds: the clink of gla*s? The jostling of beads? novelebook A bottle uncorking? For all the fabric’s strength, it

nose is filled with some pungent, herbaceous fragrance a moment before drops of moisture seep through the silk and onto

crystals placed in deliberate patterns on my head, chest,

the cocoon, that foreign electricity in my veins warning me that I won’t be able to fight

I know I’m running out of time, but I refuse to give

speaking a language I

room, carrying arcane power older than the

ago, but now blinding light explodes in my vision,

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