1. Dark Angel Part 13


    Date: 5/12/2017, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    ghastly wound, had sprayed the blade in crimson. Pulling the material back up as she looked into the girl’s empty eyes, she also recalled the horror in Dred’s chamber’s. He’d ripped unmercifully into her, filled her with his acidic presence in every orifice she possessed. Anniel’s son told her they’d had to enhance Rayne with cybernetics and grow new skin to cover the new metallic skeleton because her original body was completely destroyed. What did she remember? What memories did this girl harbor? After deliberating a moment, Anniel pressed her fingers to Rayne’s temples and closed her eyes. Images ran through her mind, but she delved as deep as she could go, back…back. She saw a plump woman, she was smiling, but Anniel frowned at the collar around her neck. The woman bared her breast and Rayne nursed. She was a baby. More images…a cage, feeling lonely…being led out, naked to stand in a lavish throne room. Rayne wasn’t allowed to look up. Her eyes had to remain on her feet…bare feet, cold floor…she was being beaten…a paddle to her ass…crying. She was being yanked be her hair…fear…terror…they were putting her in a little glass box…darkness…unable to breathe…unable to move…dead…trying to dream, wanting to be freed by a prince, just like in the stories nanoi told her…and then she felt the warmth of the sun. It chased away the chill of death. Soft lips caressed hers and she opened her eyes. The sun made his hair glow like molten gold, his blue eyes sparkle like diamonds. He ...
    looked surprised, but then laughed, the most beautiful sound Rayne had ever heard. “Well, what do you know—my very own sleeping beauty.” Anniel gasped when Rayne suddenly shot up, her eyes frantic. “Master,” she cried out. “Where is Master?” Anniel gripped her shivering form, holding her arms. “Honey, are you okay?” The girl only began to sob, her eyes darting about in terror. “My Master-my Master, where is he? Oh. please. Don’t shut me in that box again. Please,” she wailed hysterically. “No one is going to shut you in any box, sweetie. Calm yourself.” “B-boy Rayne. Where is Boy-Rayne?” Anniel frowned. “We must save him. Poor Boy-Rayne.” Chameleon and Cyneolle rushed in. “What happened?” her son asked sitting behind the girl. Chameleon rummaged through the dresser opposite the bunk beds. Anniel opened her mouth to reply but Rayne continued to wail, “We’ve got to find Boy-Rayne.” Chameleon pulled out a vapor syringe. “Hold her,” he commanded. Cyneolle slid behind the thrashing girl and held her tight against his chest. Anniel’s heart clenched when Chameleon pressed the thin metallic rod to her arm and it hissed. Rayne’s eyes rolled and she became limp. She continued to hiccup, her tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. Her son and her arranged Rayne back on the bed. Cyneolle made sure her head was straight on the pillow and that her hair fell over the edge of the bed again. Anniel straightened her legs and smoothed down her white gown to cover her nakedness.. “Poor thing,” she ...
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