Isabella Michaelis Heroine of HellBound
It felt like several hours
passed since Marowit had left. Isabella had walked around the cell in circles
just to have something to do. All the while, she heard agonizing wails.
Thoughts of rotting souls being tortured in many horrible ways made her insides
churn and twist with growing anxiousness. She knew the horrid noise belonged to the
damned souls. Their tortures must be agonizing.
More than anything else,
she wondered what punishment Marowit had planned for her.
The longer she
listened to the morbid sounds of Hell, the more her imagination concocted the
worst possible scenario for her damnation. Was she truly damned now?
The most frightening
thoughts were of Marowit. Although, it was not the thoughts she would not have
expected to have despite the situation she found herself in now. The more she
pictured her captor, the more she envisioned him titillating her in ways that
would make a whore blush.
She did not regret saving
her sister from this fate. As far as she was concerned, as bad as it would
surely get, Isabella knew that she would do it again in a heartbeat. Amelia was
all the family she had left.
Tears threatened to
stream down her cheeks. She forced them back. Showing weakness now was not an
option. Whatever Marowit wanted to do with her would happen and she was
powerless to stop it. He had told her that he was the master of Hell, and she
was at his mercy. His words gave her no doubt about that.
I am the only one here
who can protect you… Pleasant, warming vibrations rode up her spine.
She cursed her body's
incomprehensible reaction to the mere thought of the Hell Lord. Her insides
were actually trembling. Inconceivably, it was not fright causing the strange
sensations in her abdomen. It was something much more disturbing. Good Lord, was
she expecting seeing Marowit again, anticipating what was coming next?
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