" So you're still refusing my offer? " I stare toward the small dingy window and the glance at the chain, burning against the skin of my leg. It held magnesium and silver plankite to bind my powers. I looked away and ignored the pain and black streaks starting to inch up my leg to my thigh. I'd noticed them earlier when I took a piss. I then looked up into the big burly face of Bartholomew Gordon. " Yep. I'll find a way out of here and when I do. You'll be sorry you ever fucked with my clan. " He tossed his head back and laughed." Is that right? " He points a talon tipped finger toward my chain. " Looks like I have the upper hand. " I shrug. " Just a temporary one. I'll get loose, and when I do. I'm taking you apart. " His eyes flashed with his dragon and I shrugged again. " That's it get mad big guy. " I looked away, back toward the window. Wondering if my mental powers still worked. He came closer and I could smell the sour scent of his breath. I tried to move away as he spoke. " You are not in position to make threats. Just ask your cousin. What was his name...Ronin. He didn't look so hot leaving my bar. " I tossed him a glare but didn't take his baiting." You know...you must be the one they got the term dragon breathe from. What did you eat? A shit sandwich? " He roared and backhanded me. " Continue to be a smartass and I'll start cutting pieces ofc of your body and sending them to that pretty little priestess in your camp. " I roared then and let my fangs lower. My eyes glowing a bright red. " You touch Lavinia and I'll rip your throat out. " He stepped back and I turned back to the wall. " You may have my magic bound, but I'm not defenseless. " He gave me a smarmy smile. " Well...I'll take care of that. " He waved a hand and three big shifters came in. I sniffed and glared at the wolves. They weren't from the Bellingham pack, for that I was sure. Two pushed me back against the wall ripping off my shirt and showing off my tattoos. Better known as gliffs. Spells and images from the ancients. Then I felt a needle prick into my artery in my neck and then another into my arm. Fire raced through my blood stream, causing me to scream out in pain as I thrashed against the weight of the wolves. The room started to spin and I knew I was just drugged, by the one drug I was trying to stop. PRIME. I roared as the pain raced through my body and then I felt my body go lax and I used my psychic abilities to send out a S.O.S. to anyone who could link to it, just as the blackness started to creep in. The last thing I heard was Bartholomew's mechanical laughter as I began spiraling into the abyss.

" So you're still refusing my offer? " I stare toward the small dingy window and the glance at the chain, burning against the skin of my leg. It held magnesium and silver plankite to bind my powers. I looked away and ignored the pain and black streaks starting to inch up my leg to my thigh. I'd noticed them earlier when I took a piss. I then looked up into the big burly face of Bartholomew Gordon. " Yep. I'll find a way out of here and when I do. You'll be sorry you ever fucked with my clan. " He tossed his head back and laughed." Is that right? " He points a talon tipped finger toward my chain. " Looks like I have the upper hand. " I shrug. " Just a temporary one. I'll get loose, and when I do. I'm taking you apart. " His eyes flashed with his dragon and I shrugged again. " That's it get mad big guy. " I looked away, back toward the window. Wondering if my mental powers still worked. He came closer and I could smell the sour scent of his breath. I tried to move away as he spoke. " You are not in position to make threats. Just ask your cousin. What was his name...Ronin. He didn't look so hot leaving my bar. " I tossed him a glare but didn't take his baiting." You know...you must be the one they got the term dragon breathe from. What did you eat? A shit sandwich? " He roared and backhanded me. " Continue to be a smartass and I'll start cutting pieces ofc of your body and sending them to that pretty little priestess in your camp. " I roared then and let my fangs lower. My eyes glowing a bright red. " You touch Lavinia and I'll rip your throat out. " He stepped back and I turned back to the wall. " You may have my magic bound, but I'm not defenseless. " He gave me a smarmy smile. " Well...I'll take care of that. " He waved a hand and three big shifters came in. I sniffed and glared at the wolves. They weren't from the Bellingham pack, for that I was sure. Two pushed me back against the wall ripping off my shirt and showing off my tattoos. Better known as gliffs. Spells and images from the ancients. Then I felt a needle prick into my artery in my neck and then another into my arm. Fire raced through my blood stream, causing me to scream out in pain as I thrashed against the weight of the wolves. The room started to spin and I knew I was just drugged, by the one drug I was trying to stop. PRIME. I roared as the pain raced through my body and then I felt my body go lax and I used my psychic abilities to send out a S.O.S. to anyone who could link to it, just as the blackness started to creep in. The last thing I heard was Bartholomew's mechanical laughter as I began spiraling into the abyss.
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