To Marry A Monster (by Brey Mitchell) novel Chapter 244

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Atasha’s POV

The slap came without warning.

His hand struck my face hard enough to snap my head to the side, heat exploding across my cheek as my vision blurred. I tasted blood instantly, and before I could even suck in a breath, his fingers fisted into my hair and yanked.

“Useless, he spat.

The word barely left his mouth before he threw me again.

My body crashed into the cave wall, stone tearing at my back as the impact knocked the air out of me for the second time. Pain ripped through my ribs and shoulder, loud and overwhelming, and I felt something give before my ability surged to catch the damage. I slid down the wall and hit the ground hard, coughing as blood spilled from my mouth and splattered across the dirt.

He laughed.

“Is that all you can do?” he asked as he stepped closer. “Right now, you’re nothing without that ability. You can’t fight. You can’t win. You’re quiet useless.”

I did not answer him.

My hands stayed behind me, fingers clenched tight around it as kept sawing at the rope. The fibers were thinning. I could feel it now, the tension changing, the resistance giving way bit by bit. My wrists burned where the rope rubbed raw skin, but I pushed through it.

Blood dripped from my mouth again as my ability worked, sealing torn flesh and forcing bones back into place. It did not soften the pain. It never did. It only made sure I stayed conscious through it. And after enough times, pain stopped being something that shocked me. It became something familiar, something dull that I could move through if I had to.

He crouched slightly, studying me like I was a broken tool.

“Since you won’t talk,” he said, straightening again. “There’s no point dragging this out. I’ll take you out of this place. Maybe the West will be more… educational for you.”

My stomach tightened.

The West.

I did not know much about it, but I knew enough. There were no order or any laws that mattered in that place. Power decided everything there, and chaos swallowed the rest. It made me wonder if people like us are abundant in that place. If he took me there, Cassian would have a harder time finding me. That was the point.

He stepped toward me, reaching out.

That was when the rope finally gave.

The last strand snapped under the rock. I did not hesitate. I twisted, dragged my hands free, and surged upward with everything I had left.

My fist connected with his jaw in a sharp uppercut.

The impact jolted up my arm and into my shoulder, pain flaring again, but the surprise on his face was worth it. He staggered back half a step, cursing under his breath, and that single opening was all I needed.

My legs buckled as I lost balance and dropped onto my back, but I used the fall. I kicked upward hard, driving my heel straight into his groin.

The sound he made was raw and ugly.

He folded forward with a hiss, dropping to one knee as his hands flew down instinctively. I did not wait. I scrambled backward, fingers flying to the rope around my ankles. My hands shook as I worked the knot loose, ripping at it with desperation fueling every movement.

He lunged.

His hand caught my hair again, jerking my head back as I screamed through clenched teeth. Pain ripped across my scalp, white–hot and blinding, but my legs were free now.

I kicked.

Successfully unlocked!

Condorcing him to release me with a growl of pain. I

My heel slammed into his face this time, snapping is ded

twisted away and kicked again, catching him in the ribs as he tried to grab my legs.

He fell back onto his hands, breath ragged, eyes dark with something feral now.

I turned and crawled, dragging myself across the ground as fast as my battered body allowed. My palms scraped against

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stone, my knees screamed in protest, and my lungs burned with every breath. Behind me, he grabbed at my ankle, fingers brushing skin.

I kicked wildly, connecting with his wrist hard enough to make him curse and pull back.

I did not look behind me again.

I kept moving, teeth clenched, heart hammering so hard it felt like it might tear out of my chest. My body hurt everywhere, pain layered on pain, but I pushed through it because stopping meant dying.

And I was not done fighting yet.

Sadly, I did not get far.

Strong fingers locked around my ankle and yanked hard, ripping me off the ground and dragging me backward across stone. My breath tore out of me as my body slammed down again, the impact rattling my teeth despite the fact that my wounds had already sealed themselves shut. Healing did not mean strength. It did not mean escape.

He was on me before I could roll away.

His weight crushed me into the ground as he swung a leg over my hips and straddled me, pinning my lower body with brutal ease. My arms flailed, striking wherever I could reach, but his hand closed around my throat and cut the air off completely.

“Enough,” he growled, fingers tightening.

The world narrowed fast. Pressure built in my head, heat blooming behind my eyes as I clawed at his wrist, nails scraping skin that refused to give. My vision blurred at the edges, darkness creeping in no matter how hard I fought it.

“You fight like an animal,” he continued, leaning closer as his grip tightened further. “But you chose the wrong side. Once you’re out of this place, you’ll understand.”

His face hovered inches from mine, eyes bright with something twisted. “It’s better to be with your own kind,” he said. ” Better than clinging to weaklings who can’t even protect what’s theirs.”

My lungs burned. My fingers went numb. The bond flickered once, faint and distant, and for the first time since this started, fear dug in deep enough to shake me.

So this is it.

The thought barely finished forming when it happened.

Suddenly, a sharp, wet sound cut through the cave.

The man froze.

His grip loosened just enough for air to rush back into my lungs in a violent gasp, my chest heaving as I sucked in breath after breath. Warm liquid splattered across my face and neck, thick drops landing on my skin and soaking into my clothes.

Blood.

His eyes widened slowly as a sword burst through his chest from behind, the blade protruding out just beside his heart. The force of it jolted his body forward, his weight sagging as the weapon drove clean through him.

The sword was pulled back out in one smooth motion.

More blood followed, spraying across my shoulder and the ground beneath us.

He coughed, then laughed.

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