Chapter 22: Her Prey
*Percival*
Several emotions flowed through me, and I couldn’t help but shudder and let out a low whimper like a wounded animal. My body was being dragged off, and I was too exhausted to fight anymore. I would need to go through her abuse all over again, and one of those terrible memories bombarded me.
Cornered.
A few centuries ago, when I dealt with her wrath, I was cornered, constantly, with her screaming in my face, daring me to lash out at her. Back then, it was a battle I could have won, but did not bother with. Being a traditionalist at the time, I accepted she was to be my bride despite how she kept trying to change me into something she could control. This time, I had four deep lash marks on my cheek from her claws, blood dripping onto the old stone floor as she paced in front of me.
‘Percival,’ she had said. ‘Thou art more useless than a pig. When will thou embrace thy fangs? I shant repeat myself further.’