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white pupil always unnerved him, forewarning of her evil nature.
    “No? Well, you know how you can sleep in my bed with me.” She paused for an effect that was lost on him. Tell me where I can find the book.”
    It was the same song and dance they had been doing for Goddess only knew how long. Again, he deployed his only weapons, his defiance and his glare. He relished his fantasy of cutting her into tiny pieces, hoping she saw how he felt.
    “I hate hurting you, sweet. Tell me where the Mystik Grimoire is. We will rule together,” she murmured as she rubbed his arm. What a crock of shit, she loved hurting him. In fact, he was certain she climaxed as soon as she began torturing him.
    “How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t know where it is,” he uttered before he could stop himself. He had no idea where the book had disappeared to when his father was killed, and even if he did, he would never tell this wretch where it was.
    His family had been charged with keeping and protecting the Mystik Grimoire for as long as the Tehrex Realm had existed. The book contained all spells of the sorcery, and the prophesies of the realm, as well as information on the spells of other creatures. It was magically connected to his family’s bloodline, but the book decided who could access it, and when.
    He wasn’t one of the ones who had access to it. He could not count how many times during his incarceration he had needed the book, but it had not answered his call. He was convinced he was cursed. That was the only explanation for why the book refused to help him. He wanted it more than she did, but not for the same reasons. There were spells contained within that he could use to break the enchantments on his bonds.
    She slapped him across his face, leaving furrows from her fingernails. The blood dripped into his hair, sticking with the years of grime and dirt.
    “Now look what you made me do. Cooperate and you can have a real meal this night. It will help you heal that gorgeous face.”
    He spat in her face in response.
    “You will regret that, slave,” she shrieked.
    His regret was instantaneous, as the Gaelic words of her spell tumbled from her mouth, and bile turned in his throat. He heaved the moldy bread he had been fed the night before while he felt his shaft fill with blood and stiffen against his wishes. He prayed to the Goddess for an end to his torment.
    “No, Angelica, don’t do this. I have no idea where the book is. It won’t respond to me. I swear,” he promised, hating how weak and helpless he was. He hated even more that he was pleading with a heartless bitch.
    “Mmmm, that’s better,” she purred, fueled by the sound of his desperation and the sight of his growing erection. He clamped his lips shut, refusing to give her more.
    He went stock-still as she ran her fingers over his testicles. Any movement and she would sink her claws into his flesh.
    “Bring me the oil,” she ordered a servant.
    Shuffling footsteps echoed followed by scorching hot liquid pouring over his chest and abdomen. Angelica’s hands played through the oil, spreading it across his taught body. He couldn’t stop the flinch when her hand encircled his shaft. He was rewarded with her nails embedding in his erection. Unfortunately, her spell prevented him from deflating. She climbed onto the altar with him, straddling his hips. He once again tried to access his powers and counteract her spells. Nothing.
    “You cannot refuse me. Let’s make this interesting.” She snapped her fingers. A cane was slapped into her waiting palm. She crawled her way to his face, and placed her core on his clenched mouth. Rubbing herself across the slash of his lips she brought the cane down on his erection. He screamed out in pain and she climaxed on his face. She loved causing him pain and humiliation. He gave up praying to the Goddess to save him from this hell. He was never getting out.
    Jace jolted upright, confused and drenched in sweat, his