Tasting Darkness

Chapter 11 

Panic has me rushing over to my towel and snatching it off the sink basin. The door opens while I am trying to wrap it around myself, only just managing to cover myself when Tobias walks in. He sneered at me before his eyes ran the length of me while I stood clutching the towel awkwardly. My fingers are clutching the towel tightly, and I watch as his face twists in disgust like he couldn’t bear to look at me. Shame washes over me. How could I be so stupid as not to check the door is locked. I would have saved myself this sort of humiliation. I didn’t think I was horrid to look at, nothing that warranted the look of disgust he gave me.

If I repulsed him with just a towel on, I would hate to see the look on his face if he got a good look at the burns on my back. That was something I consciously made sure was covered, my back permanently mutilated because of Darius. Gym class was the worst at school; I hated it, the girls would stare in pity, they never said anything but a look could tell a thousand words, express more sometimes than words could. And to think my mate did that to me when he killed my parents, he branded me permanently.

“Hurry up, I haven’t got all night,” He snarls before slamming the door as he walks out and back into the room they placed m e in.

The bang of the door makes me jump before I scramble to dry myself and put on the T-shirt Kalen gave me to wear. It fell to my thighs, but I still had another issue. I had no panties, and I couldn’t put the ones I was wearing back on. A little nasty to wear them again after having them on for days while in the dungeon.

Tugging the shirt down as far as it would go, I suck in a breath, trying to calm myself as I open the door to see Tobias sitting b y the fire.

He points at a bowl of something that smells delicious. “Eat,” his voice is cold as he turns his attention back to the fireplace. Frankly, anything would smell delicious at this point. Seven days without eating would make the grossest food smell and look appealing.

sat i n the chair by the small fireplace. Shaking my head, I force my feet to move, slowly walking past him toward the tray on

it spills back into the bowl as I bring the spoon to my lips, seven days without eating, and the smell of hot food shows how weak I had let myself become. I couldn’t even remember the last time I ate hot food, mostly living off fruit and veggies

left, but the cold and snow had frozen my water source, and most of the vegetation was frozen or dead. At that point, I had no idea how much further the human communities were, and I was too weak to continue walking, so I dared to go to the city in search of water and food, only that was

moves toward me, his aura rushing out like a protective barrier, except it wasn’t for protection, no he wanted me to know he could hurt me, inflict pain on me if he wanted as he stopped in front. I swallow nervously before I strain

heel and walking toward the bedroom door, and disappearing into the hall, the door clicks shut behind him, and I wondered what he meant; I was doing what he asked. Turning back to my chicken soup, I place the spoon down before glancing

trembling of my hands.

me at the first mouthful, and some run down my chín, and I nearly choke as I hungrily gulp it down when I hear the door handle rattle. I pull the bowl away from my lips and hastily grab the spoon from the bedside table, so they don’t think I am some pig with no table manners, but it would have gone cold long before any made it to

some onto the spoon when a shriek left me when Darius appeared next to me, his hand reaching toward me, and I scramble back, nearly spilling the bowl onto my lap. Tobias grabs it before it ruins the bed and splashes over my legs just a s Darius grips my hair. I clutch his hands, tears burning my eyes as I try to figure out what

Darius snarls before pulling a piece of flexible hose from his pocket and a funnel. “Hold her down,” Darius says, shoving me back, and my eyes go wide as I see him connect the funnel to the hose. What

back on the bed. My heartbeat pulses in my ears

it out to me.“ Fucking eat, or I will

to the hose and funnel as I took the bowl and sat back against the headboard. Tobias throws the spoon in my lap when I realize the shirt had ridden up, but