Shackled (The Lord Series) by Carlos
258. Mose - Rage II

After the fifth experiment, I started to lose track of them, my body going into autopilot as I tried to figure out a way out of this shithole when a deep voice pulled me out of my thoughts. "This week's tournament will begin in a few minutes." The experiments turn their attention to whomever spoke, giving me a moment to catch my breath and think clearly for the first time in days.

Is this some kind of a fucking joke? I have been fighting for hours, and this motherfucker comes and says this week's tournament is about to start after I'm worn out? What kind of fuckery is this? Because there's no way I'm not the circus freak right now. Maybe they want to know how strong I am. Good thing I didn't show them all my tricks.

"The rules are the same as always. The last man standing at the end of the day gets the prize." Great. Just great. If there are prizes involved, the experiments will be more motivated to kill me. And I'm not ready to die. "Her."

Her? As in a woman? Something else? Not that I care. The only prize I want is a ticket out of this place. If more tests are done on me or I get injected with more drugs, I'll lose my fucking mind. No wonder the experiments look like a bunch of hungry crocodiles.

"The prize is a woman of our own?" someone asks, his voice letting me know that he is determined to do anything to win her.

There's nothing scarier than a horny man who wants to get his dick wet. Nothing and none will stand between him and the pussy he wants to fill with his cum.

Except me.

Because if any of these sad fuckers think they'll kill me, I'll let my demon take over. It might be risky since I don't have a bonded, and the chance to lose my mind to the darkness is high, but I'd do anything to get out of here. Even risk my own sanity. They might win in the end, but I won't make it easy for them. After all, Olivia is worth fighting for. Even if I don't make it, I'll make sure to take as many as possible with me in the afterlife as my declaration of my love for her. "Only the fighter who defeats all his opponents gets to spend a night with her. I don't care what is done to her as long as she is not killed," a man with crippled wings says, his voice loud, everyone looking at him.

The image of the cage match's appears on the wall to my left, catching my attention. I look like shit, blood coming out of my left eyebrow. There's no difference between a frightened animal on the verge of being eaten by a predator and me. Good. I can use it to my advantage, making them believe I'm done.

The experiments get hyped on the idea of the possibility of getting their cocks wet, fucking some unfortunate woman. Maybe I can make a deal with them. Band together and get the hell out of here. I'm pretty sure they have no clue how strong they are. My body hurts like hell from all the punches I received. If I can make them see that I'm on their side, maybe there's a chance they would listen to me. And if they still want to have fun with women, I'll take them to the Blood Lodge. The pornai there will take really good care of them.

The image changes, and Olivia appears on the wall.

My brows draw together.

My mind is playing tricks on me. After everything that was done to me, there's no wonder I'm starting to see my woman all over the place. Fuck. I miss her.

Her face hardens, clearly upset, and says something to the man with crippled wings. His face is unclear. It's like something is preventing me from seeing it clearly. He is not my main concern right now, but Olivia is.

Is she really here, or did all the blows I received affect my brain? Maybe it's a side effect from whatever I was injected with. There's no way Ansel would let anyone take her away from us, let alone bring her here, except if he was dead or greatly wounded. The link is still there, but what if the Senator or Jason found her and brought her here?

If that is true, then-

"My woman is no prize! Touch her in any way, and I'll fucking kill all of you!" My tone is as cold as an iceberg, yet calm. Letting the anger that still fuels me blind me, will put Olivia at risk. Because now I don't have to fight only for my life but also for Olivia's. I'll be damned if I let anyone touch her. They have no idea about all the abuse she had to endure. Hell, I don't know either, but it's enough to see the scars on her body or the fear in her eyes to know she was hurt many times. I breathe through my mouth, calming myself and preparing for the shift that's inevitable. My demon, while not happy with the idea, understands why he must take over. Dying here is not an option. Letting my demon control my body is the only way out. If luck is on my side, I won't lose my mind to the darkness.

As long as I get Olivia out, I don't fucking care about anything else.

Some experiments laugh. "We'll make you watch while we take turns fucking her."

My fingernails and canines elongate. I step to the side, my eyes on the face of the one that threatened to rape my woman. **429** is tattooed on his face. I make a motion with my fingers, calling him to me. "She belongs to me. Touch her, and you'll fucking regret it."

Instead of entering the cage, **429** goes after my woman. He touches her. More than that. He grabs her by her arms and tries to kiss her by force. She jerks free from his hold and slaps him. "I love when they put up a fight," **429** taunts her.

The experiment I was fighting with before Olivia was brought in is next to me, and I plunge my hand into his chest with such force that it exits through his back, his beating heart between my fingers. My demon pushes me to the back of my mind, taking over my body, but instead of thinking with clarity, he turns feral. Just like before, when the doctors were injecting different stuff into my body. While I was able to calm him down back then, with great effort I must add, this time, it feels different.

The madness takes over and everything turns black.