Trouble Three

Onyx:

A few months… in “Hell”!

It didn’t take me long to find the entrance to the “Lost Realm of Dragons”, excited that I was able to return to my mates and claim our rightful place among our species.

The entrance was a tall mountain with a flat top, split like Thor had slammed his “Storm breaker” with a mighty fist, placing a majestic veil out over the frozen mountains of the remote Canadian islands.

How wrong was I?

A large, crimson red dragon with black orbs for eyes, crashed through the barrier as soon as I was close enough for it to activate. His deadly razors for teeth, shredded through my wing sending me crashing into the rocky ground below with a thunderous bang of frozen debris and rock.

Groggy from my collision as a large, majestic man approached with long, straight blonde hair and cold grey eyes with the body of a freight train.

“Well, aren’t you a “sight for sore eyes”.” He chuckled darkly, kneeling gracefully down as his long, blonde locks draped gently over his manhood.

“Thank the Gods!” I silently cheered as my body slowly transformed back into my petite, curvy self, heaving heavy breaths against the dirt.

Perking his brow with a sinister smirk as his large, muscular arms flipped me over his shoulder as the hazy fog swirled darkly with a weird tingly sensation as we crossed over some kind of invisible barrier.

Dark clouds swirled heavily along the heavens, casting the once majestic forest into a somber, cold landscape.

“Royal Guardian. Hah.” The male spoke darkly as his menacing laugh vibrated darkly against my limp body, causing the dread to sink heavily over my thoughts.

Rolling my eyes at the arrogance of this man as my body jolted violently against his finger, feeling the rushing surge of electricity sweep over my body.

Plunging my hazy ass into darkness.

Plip…plunk…plip…”Morning dungeon” I silently groaned as my body ached to life with the bruises, lacerations and dried, sticky blood caked over my body. Opening my swollen eyes to the same gloomy, putrid smelling cell I have called “Hell” for the past couple months.

Hanging my head between my knees as the small pitter-patter of paws sounded hollowly from the dungeon hallway.

“Onyx, you awake?” The soft females voice sounded in my head with a cautious tone.

Laughing lightly as two small, white foxes slipped through the barred door, covered in thick layers of mud, and whatever else, causing the already putrid dungeon to be greeted with a stomach tossing aroma.

“Junko, Dirk. What have you been rolling in?” I laughed softly as their tiny bodies shifted into the twins with a tight scrunch of the nose.

“You’re one to talk about “smell”.” Dirk flashed his dark tinged smirk, receiving a firm slap across the head from Junko.

“Fine.” Dirk hissed lowly as they opened the tied parcels of fabric and healing ointments.

Junko was a petite, small framed girl with white-silvery hair, dingy from all the muck caked on her beautiful white coat, while Dirk was the classic “arrogant” brother with the same hair, but if he had not been malnourished he would be a fine looking young man.

Both had the brightest cobalt blue eyes I had ever seen.

Then, those haunting yellowish-green eyes that plagued me every time I closed my eyes, waking to a deep throbbing in my core that was worse than any torture Kano, and his brainless goons inflicted on me.

Yes, Kano my “Villain in waiting” that plucked me from the cold, Canadian skies, forcefully bringing me back to the “Lost Dragon Realm”.

“Fucking Idiots!” I grumbled darkly as Junko and Dirk worked to clean my freshest wounds inflicted sometime last night, after Kano got furious with my silent treatment, again.

Even after Zek, his righthand goon, and hulky piece of Dragon mentioned to Kano about me being a “Mute”. Kano refused to accept I was some kind of “Mute”, but instead got his “Rocks-off” by watching his gang of “Not-so-merry-men” beat me within seconds of death.

Jump-starting my heart with Devil’s Fang root then slowing it down with Dragon’s breath.

Things have gotten a little “loopy” so to say, hallucinating those gorgeous yellowish-green orbs attached to three glorious, dark olive skinned “Gods”.

Rumbling against my jowl, rolling my eyes with a heavy sigh.

“Girl, you need to calm down.” Junko laughed lightly as she tilted my face to the side, applying a cool rag to my heavily swollen right eyebrow.

Dirk smirked his classic “Eat Shit” grin as he quietly cleaned my leg laceration with a dark hiss rolling through my gritted teeth.

His slender fingers pushed the inflamed flesh, oozing the nasty, infected blood from the wound with a dark twitch at the corner of his lips.

Even for such a sinister gaze, his fingers were gentle as they swiped away the infected ooze, applying the healing ointment with a triumphant smirk.

“All done.” He chuckled darkly as Junko shook her head in disbelief with a soft smirk.

Loud clanks sounded down the hallway as the twins flinched in fear, gathering up the bloody fabric and ointments.

Quickly tying the fabric parcels, shifting quietly into their dingy, matted white foxes, slipping silently through the barred door as the low grumblings of dark timber voices echoed hauntedly through the stone hallway.

“Rise and Shine. Princess!” Zek growled lowly against his jowl as his large, muscular fingers jingled the keys that clanked hollowly against the locking mechanism.

The barred door swung open with a loud hissing whine, slamming loudly against the stone wall with a slight flinch at the loud bang that rang through my throbbing skull.

Narrowing my gaze as Zek stalked into the cell, carrying heavy iron chains and a “Fucking” collar.

“I’m a Dragon for Fuck sakes!” Growling darkly as he approached my lethargic body, pumped full of Dragon’s breath.

His thin pink lips, twisting into a sinister smirk as his goliath fist snatched a hand full of my matted, purple locks. Twisting my body with what little energy I had left, clawing violently at his chest as the collar clicked loudly around my neck. Dropping to my knees with the added weight of the iron chains that looked like they came off a semi-truck.

“Kano awaits.” Zek grumbled darkly as he picked the massive, linked chain in one hand like it was a jump rope.

Forcefully dragging my weak body behind him, kicking my feet against the slimy stone floor as the collar strangled the air from my lungs. Barely registering my dirt impacted claws, scratching the flesh behind the collar as my fingers struggled to break free the iron noose.

“BEHAVE!” Zek growled darkly as my body was yanked forcefully into another room, filled with torture devises and tools hung neatly along the far back wall.

Landing forcefully on my right side as Kano sat like a king, twirling a spiked club between his claw and the table with a dark, sinister smirk. His cold grey eyes gazed at me with a dark luster of malice as he stood, kneeling in front.

Snapping my face away as his long fingers trailed down my cheek, gripping my chin forcefully to look at his hard chiseled facial features.

“Is the princess going to speak today?” Kano sneered darkly, watching my hand lift from the stone floor, signing the classic “Fuck you” with a large wad of spit splattered across his face.

That goliath hand that twirled the club came smashing down across my jaw, knocking me backwards with a heavy thud against the stone floor. The bitter metallic taste coated along my tongue as another goliath hand collided heavily with my stomach, triggering the violent rush of dry heaving and dark guttural coughs.

“WHY…DON’T…YOU SPEAK?” Each word came with another goliath fist as Zek stood back with a darkened expression.

Flinching against each bone racking punch, gasping for the oxygen that was forcefully extracted from my burning lungs.

“This stubborn woman, dares to mock me.” Kano growled darkly as his breathing became more erratic, pacing wildly with those cold greys stalking me with a dangerous aura.

“We’ll see what she has to say, when I make her my bride.” Kano laughed darkly as he wiped the blood from his fists and chest with a ratty, brown stained towel Zek tossed to him from behind.

“Bride. Hah!” This monster wants to make me his bride, when I have destined mates waiting for me to return.

“My mates.” The silent dagger pierced my fluttering heart as Kano stood firmly in front of a beaten, splintered table covered in dried blood, and whatever else imaginable.

Staring at the damp, dimly lit ceiling as my lungs screamed in protest with each inhale, feeling the warm sticky liquid slide freely over my face and stomach. Zek leaned over with a calloused smirk as the collar pulled heavily against my neck, feeling the numb tingling of my nerves.

“MAKE SURE THE FOXES CLEAN HER UP REAL GOOD!” Kano’s voice drifted darkly as the hallway foggily passed by, gripping the collar weakly to stay conscious.