THE ANOINTED 3: PROPHECIES OF FIRE by Dale Ridley Read Free Book Online Page A

of them. She knew that it had been her time to die as Pallida Mors overwhelmed them from all angles. She was lucky that she had taken down three before a blow to her head made unconsciousness reach out to seize her in its grip.
    Fighting it, she almost stayed on her feet. Two things happened at once. Her weapon clicked on empty and another massive blow knocked her backwards, sending her speeding to blackness. That was the last thing she remembered. She understood now why she awoke in restraints. She was a prisoner of war.
    The coldness that revived her was starting to make her have chills, and she jerked her head up to finally stare defiantly into the pretty face of a woman that rested herself on the edge of a dark wooden scared table, the bucket still in her hands as she studied her. Sam felt her cheeks redden as she thought of her nakedness and the woman’s open scrutiny, but she refused to break eye contact.
    The door somewhere behind her opened suddenly, causing her to forget the woman in front of her as she tried to look behind her. She flinched inwards as a hard grim face came into view on her left side and stared down at her body.
    “I see she is finally back with us,” he stated as he came to stand in front of her.
    She wished her legs were free to kick that perverted grin off his face. She settled, instead, to spat in his face.
    “Fuckin’ shadow scum! I won’t tell you anything, no matter what you decide to do to me!”
    The man threw back his head in a laugh that was almost offensive. “She’s got spunk!” he said, turning his head to the woman sitting on the table.
    “Well Nalaysia, it’s been years since I met a woman that could match your spirit. Bound in chains and naked in front of her enemy, and she spits in our eye in defiance!”
    Turning his attention back to her, he smiled. The spit dripped down the side of his face. He ignored its presence.
    “Miss Samantha Cook, head Commander of the Guards of Gabriel. Yes, we know what an honor it is that you are here with us,” he said as her eyes widened.
    “Someone is real interested in talking with you, that is, after we have our fun.”
    “If you lay one finger on me pervert, I’ll find you hell or high water and feed you your own cock and balls!”
    The man shook his head in disappointment. “Such vulgar language is really unbecoming of a young lady.” He gripped her jaws suddenly in his right hand, mushing them together. “Let’s be careful that you don’t lose your tongue and have to write down the answers to our questions.”
    She snatched her head away.
    “We are wasting time sir,” the woman urged behind him.
    “Eager to have your fun Nalaysia? Very well,” he said, stepping away from her.
    “I can hardly deny a wish when you express so few of them. She’s all yours. But I think I will watch.”
    Nalaysia now sat the empty bucket on the table and rose to walk over to her. They stared into each other eyes, challenging the other’s spirit. The woman started to trace the curve of her neck, down pass her collar bone and across her breasts, to play with Sam’s nipple in lazy circles.
    Sam cursed herself and the woman touching her. Despite her best efforts, she found her nipples growing hard under the woman’s caress. “See Alan. All you need is a woman’s touch to get the desired results. Even from one that wants to kill you.”
    “If you don’t get your filthy hands off me tramp, it’s going to be me and you when I get out of these chains. And know that I will kill you.”
    It was the woman’s turn to laugh with a husky quality. Her hand reached out to caress and tease the other nipple before dropping lower. “Why do you insist on useless threats when you are helpless Commander?” Her hand was at her abdomen now.
    “All your men are dead. There is no one coming for you and all your clothes and gear have been destroyed. So, tell me please, how do you even hope to make good on your promises of death? Bluffing only works in