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.

the only

the head so hard my eyes popped out, thrown in a car along with Alma, and that's the last thing I remember before I passed out, probably because of a concussion. When I 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

I was an easy target. I might not be as big as Jasper, but I'm 5'9 of pure

of them pulled out a

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

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

with the prey. Beating him, while not easy, felt good. It made my demon eager for more. Fuck. I wanted to beat my way out of here, return to my woman, and claim her in front

only stronger but faster. It's something the Lords could use against the Dukes, but

fourth experiment