Dark Enchantment

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Chapter 13

Elara

I lay on the bed, my body aching and my mind reeling. I was supposed to feel disgusted, repulsed by what I had done. I had used my body in a way that women had been shamed for centuries. But the truth was, I didn't feel disgusted. I felt... exhilarated.

The feeling of having two men touch me at once, their hands exploring my body, it was an adrenaline rush like no other. I was everything they needed in that moment, the center of their world. It was a power I had never experienced before. And as much as it repulsed me, it excited me.

Leon was the first to leave, dressing quickly and leaving the room without a word. Asher, however, lingered. He sat on the edge of the bed, his back to me, his body rigid.

Finally, he stood up and began to pace the room, his arms crossed over his chest. I watched him, waiting for the explosion I knew was coming.

"Asher," I said, breaking the silence.

He stopped pacing and turned to face me, his eyes a storm of conflicting emotions. "What we did...," he started, his voice rough.

"Was wrong," I finished for him.

He nodded, running a hand through his hair. "Elara, you don't have to..."

"I know, but I wanted to, Asher," I interrupted, my voice hard. "Wasn't changing me the whole idea."

He looked at me for a long moment before shaking his head. "I just hope you know what you're getting into," he said before leaving the room.

They had driven me to this breaking point, coercing me to make a choice against my will, pushing me to walk a line I never would have treaded on my own.

As anger surged within me, a strange sensation started to spread from my heart, coursing through my veins till it reached the tips of my fingers. It was a coldness that felt like a shot of adrenaline, causing my fingers to tingle.

Suddenly, a dark, shadowy aura covered my hands, as if the anger within me had manifested itself externally. The sight was both terrifying and fascinating. My hands pulsed with a rhythm independent of my heartbeat, a rhythm that seemed to dance with the raw, untamed energy that was now at my disposal.

Experimentally, I focused on the aura, trying to control it, to shape it. To my surprise, it responded. It swirled, twisted, and turned, bending to my will. It was as if I had tapped into a wellspring of power that had been dormant within me, a power incredibly potent and inherently dark.

The room, previously lit only by the small lamp at thw side, but it was now filled with the eerie glow from my hands. It was a sight that would have seemed unbelievable, had I not been the one causing it. This was magic. Dark, powerful, and very much real.

The realisation was a jolt to my system. Magic was real, and it resided within me.

As the cold sensation that had accompanied the dark magic began to fade, I decided to try my luck with the door I hadn'theard lock. The unlocked door was a testament to the negligence or overconfidence of Asher and his brotherhood, a mistake I intended to exploit.

With cautious steps, I slipped out of the room and pressed myself against the cold stone wall of the hallway. The chapel was quiet, the only sound being my own heartbeat echoing in my ears.

I moved silently through the corridors, my eyes scanning every shadow, every corner. This was my chance to uncover the secrets that the brotherhood had hidden in darkness. I was determined to find out more about Asher, about the rituals, about the magic that now coursed through my veins.

The chapel was a maze of corridors and rooms, each more mysterious than the last. I passed by a room filled with ancient books and scrolls, a library of sorts. Another room seemed to be a training ground, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and iron.

Every step I took, every corner I turned, was a step further into the unknown. It was terrifying, yet each discovery, each piece of information I gathered, was a piece of the puzzle, a step closer to understanding what I had become a part of. And ultimately what I was up against.

One thing was for sure, I was no longer the innocent girl who had been thrust into this world of darkness. I was Elara, a woman who had tasted dark magic, who had used her body as a weapon, and who was ready to face whatever lay ahead.

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I was engrossed in the ancient texts, my fingers skimming over the worn pages of a boom that caught my eye when a pair of hands gripped my wrists, tearing me away from my search. I was spun around, coming face to face with Leon. His smirk was infuriating, his eyes bright with amusement.

"What are you doing, Elara?" he asked, his voice teasing.

I shrugged. His grip tightened, and he backed me into a wall, pinning my wrists above my head. I tried to wriggle free, but his hold was unyielding.

Just then, Andre walked over, his brow furrowed. "What's going on here? Asher wouldn't be happy about this."

I opened my mouth to respond, but Leon beat me to it. "Our little witch seems to enjoy sharing herself," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance.

Andre's eyes widened, and another brother, who had been quietly observing, placed a hand on Andre's shoulder. "Is that true?" he asked, his voice laced with intrigue.

Leon chuckled darkly, "Sure is. She sucked me off good and proper while Asher f****d her. Isn't that right, little witch?"

The words hung in the air, a shameful declaration of what had transpired. I felt my cheeks heat up with humiliation, a knot of disgust forming in my stomach.

This wasn't how things were supposed to be. I was here to uncover secrets, not to become a topic of their crude discussions. I needed to regain control, to remind them that I was not just a pawn in their game, but a player. And it was time they started treating me as one.