Vanished Sisters The Lycan King's Slave Island novel Chapter 62

Vanished Sisters: The Lycan King’s Slave Island

Chapter 62

Natasha’s POV

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“Even for us Lycans, survival out here is difficult,” the guard said. “And we’re stronger, faster, harder to kill than you humans. We can see in the dark. We can smell danger before it reaches us. We can heal from injuries that would kill you.”

He leaned forward, his amber eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

“So tell me,” he said softly. “Where exactly are you planning to run? Into the swamps? Into the forest full of things that want to eat you? Into the ocean where you’ll drown?”

He straightened up.

“You’re trapped here,” he said simply. “Completely and utterly trapped. The only question is whether you die quickly by our teeth, or slowly by everything else on this island.”

He looked at each of us in turn.

“So no,” he said. “I’m not worried about you running. Because running would just be a slower, more painful way to die.”

He turned away from us, facing back toward the fortress.

“You’ve got fifteen minutes,” he called over his shoulder. “I’ll be over there-” He pointed to a cluster of rocks about fifty yards away.

where I don’t have to watch you perverts fuck each other.”

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He paused, then added without turning around.

“But don’t take too long. And don’t even think about running. Because I promise you- His voice dropped to a growl. -I’ll enjoy hunting you down.”

Then he walked away, disappearing into the shadows.

For a long moment, no one moved. No one spoke.

The weight of his words hung in the air like a death sentence.

He’s right, I thought numbly. He’s absolutely right. There’s nowhere to go. Nowhere to run.

We’re trapped here. Completely trapped.

Behind us, Marcus broke the silence.

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“Well,” he said with forced cheerfulness. “That was fucking depressing.”

He resumed thrusting into Finn, who’d stayed bent over the rock the entire time.

“Come on, love,” Marcus murmured. “Let’s at least enjoy this while we can.”

Fine moaned in response, pushing back against Marcus’s thrusts.

The rest of us slowly started to move. The spell was broken, but the fear remained.

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The young boy who’d been silent the whole time stripped down quickly and waded into the creek far from where Finn and Marcus were

fucking. He kept his back turned, washing himself with quick, efficient movements.

The two pretty slaves did the same, finding spots upstream where they couldn’t see or be seen by the couple.

Damien stood frozen for a moment longer, then slowly began undressing. His movements were mechanical. Defeated.

He knows the guard was telling the truth. We all know.

There’s no escape. There’s only survival.

I looked at the forest around us. The dark trees. The thick undergrowth. The sounds of unknown creatures moving in the shadows.

Even if I could escape the fortress, I’d die out here. Alone. Afraid. In pain.

And Davelina-wherever she is-she’d die too. Because they’d hunt her down just like the guard said.

The thought was suffocating.

But I couldn’t dwell on it. Not now.

I needed to wash. And I needed to do it somewhere far from the others. Somewhere they couldn’t see me.

While Finn and Marcus continued their coupling-their moans and gasps echoing across the clearing-and while the other slaves scattered

to find their own private corners of the creek, I started walking.

Away from the group. Downstream. Following the curve of the water as it wound through the trees.

I kept walking until the sounds of sex faded behind me. Until the voices of the other slaves became distant murmurs. Until I was al

Finally, I found a spot where the creek widened slightly and thick bushes grew along both banks. Large rocks jutted out of the water, creating natural barriers.

This will have to do.

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I glanced back one more time. No one had followed me. I was completely alone.

My hands trembled as 1 started undressing.

Fast. I need to be fast.

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Shirt first. Then the binding around my chest-unwinding it with shaking fingers, gasping with relief when my breasts were finally free.

Trousers next. Then my undergarments.

I stood there for a moment, naked and vulnerable in the moonlight. Then I stepped into the creek.

The cold water was a shock that nearly made me cry out. But I forced myself deeper, wading until it reached my waist.

Clean yourself. Quickly. Before someone comes looking.

I cupped water in my hands and started scrubbing frantically.

My arms. My face. My neck. Working fast, my heart pounding with fear that someone would discover me.

The water around me turned gray with accumulated dirt and grime. I could smell myself-the rancid odor of old sweat and fear and worse

things.

Faster. Clean faster.

My stomach. My back. Then, carefully, between my legs.

My fingers brushed against the tender flesh there-the wound the King had caused to me was all healed.

Finally, my breasts. I cupped water and rinsed them quickly, not lingering. Not thinking about how exposed I was.

That’s enough. Get dressed. Now.

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