Shackled (The Lord Series) by Amy T

257. Mose - Rage I

Adrenaline pulses through my veins, fuelling me.

My demon, a Paymon, the lowest rank a demon can have, might not be strong, but he is patient like a panther, taking his time to learn the habits of the enemy so he can strike at the right moment. Through my eyes, he watches those around me, ready to take over at any moment.

Ever since I was brought to this place, doctors have been probing me, injecting me with stuff, and checking my vitals before they performed a series of tests on me while barely allowing me sleep for a few hours. When I was left alone, whatever was put in my system kept me awake, my muscles twitching and aching, a dull pain slowly spreading throughout my body.

The last thing they did was inject me with something that made my demon feral and filled me with rage like I had never felt before, wanting nothing more than to kill anyone who dared to stand in front of me. Doctors, guards, innocent bystanders—not that there were any around no one was safe around me. By the time they realized it, I had broken free from my restraints and killed one of the nurses who was injecting me with yet another unknown drug with God knows what side effects. So I grabbed the syringe and drove the needle right into her neck before the guards could stop me. She dropped dead in a few moments.

After I was overpowered-I didn't put up much of a fight as I was sick of seeing the same white walls I was taken to a steel cage enclosed fighting ring, where cage matches are fought and locked inside it. After hours of pacing inside it, growling like a wild animal, and trying to pull the metal bars apart, men entered the room and surrounded the cage. The tattoos on their faces let me know they were experiments.

My enemy is their enemy, but the anger in their eyes told me what I needed to know. As long as someone suffered, they didn't care who they got to kill.

Fuck it.

not the only ones

woke up, my eyes were back in their sockets, and there was no trace of a concussion. Or of Alma. I might not like her in my house since all

easy target. I might not be as big as Jasper, but I'm

pulled out

delight, and I got ready for the fight that was to come. My heart beat faster and my ears strained, listening, eyes fixed on the cage's door. Back at the farm, I had my guard down, my head filled with thoughts of Olivia and how I should make it up to her for spanking her without explaining the rules to her first, and the Senator's men

the door opened, and one of the men walked in. My eyes never left him as he stood several feet away from me. I waited patiently for him to make the first move. And waited. And waited. Until he got tired of me staring at him. Which didn't take that long-minutes. Or at least that's what it seemed to me.

demon eager

experiment entered. When I was done with him, another followed. The drugs I was given made me not only stronger but faster. It's something the Lords could use against the Dukes, but not if the

experiment entered,