The Reaper's Wicked Obsession-Chapter 209: Hell Hath No Fury Like A Woman Scorned (1)

Isadora’s impulsive movement caught them off guard, and for a second, they lingered, trying to comprehend the situation.

They never expected her to move, let alone have awareness. The dose should have rendered her paralyzed throughout the whole event.

Before any of them could blink, Isadora cut through the Stinger at the center, blood smearing their bodies.

A gut-wrenching scream was unleashed. Isadora winced at the sound as her eardrum felt like it was being crushed.

The other brothers scurried to his side, as he thrashed around, the pain seizing him to the bones.

"SHE CUT ME!" He wailed, clutching the missing part of him.

Isadora swung her legs off the platform that looked like an altar and stood on her two feet.

Her balance faltered but she held her stance as best she could. Her body shivering from an unfamiliar cold, her chest rising and falling heavily as she tried to steady her abnormal heartbeat.

Her entire muscles ached too... everywhere ached. The reality of everything slipped in, and she hugged herself in pure terror.

The brothers shifted their full attention toward her, murderous glares burning through their red eyes as they seethed.

"You monster!"

"You’re going to pay for that!"

One of them came for her, but Isadora reacted by launching the dagger into his chest.

She grabbed the material on the ground and forced her legs to run.

"She’s getting away!"

"Stop her!"

"Alert the others!"

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Isadora’s feet drilled into the dirt, her breathing ragged and erratic as she maneuvered the bizarre corridors with several holes in the walls. The place looked like a cave, but more like a Hive.

The sun’s rays poured in through them and delivered light but it didn’t shake the nauseating aura that clung to the air, as well as a foul stank of decay, piss, and filth.

Isadora’s hands tapped desperately against the walls, but the holes were too small for her body to fit through. She’d been running endlessly with no hope of finding a way out.

Each time she heard them coming, she hid.

Isadora didn’t know how long she could keep this up before she collapsed from the pressure.

The hasty sound of croaks seized her attention. She came to a halt, focusing her ears to hear more, and when she caught the sound again...

"Raven..." she said.

The croaks came stronger and blaring, casting haunting shadows around the place.

The sunlight was gone and replaced with the flapping shadows of wings as ravens of a hundred flocked outside.

Isadora released a breathless smile. "Kraven!"

It had to be him.

The tears of relief were already flowing down her face before she could stop them.

Her body flinched when screams rose and panic filled the air, echoing throughout the entire space.

She couldn’t pinpoint the dreadful sound of what seemed like a massacre. It came from everywhere and got louder and louder.

Her heartbeat thrashed heavily in her chest as she listened to everything. Her legs moved toward the loudest, knowing it would lead her to him.

But unexpectedly, a Stinger materialized from the wall.

"There you are." He mused. "It seems we’ve been interrupted. But not for long."

In a heartbeat, she turned and hastened toward the other corridor.

But her legs gave out, and her body collided harshly with the ground, rolling down to what seemed like a pit.

A bitter cry tore from her lips when her body slammed against the bottom, her skin punctured by a hard surface.

When she opened her eyes, a startled gasp fled her. The hard surface was a stack of bones.

She screeched, pushing away as far as possible, and curled up in a corner. Her quivering eyes moved around the pit loaded with bone remains, some on display like a trophy, pinned to the walls.

She studied the skeletons and a squeeze found her chest.

They were all females.

"Stunning, isn’t it?"

She inhaled, shooting to her feet and moving away from the wall where the Stinger materialized.

"You would’ve been a fantastic trophy." He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. "Not after what you did to my brother, though. That’ll be too easy." He stalked toward her.

Isadora took steps backward, but it was only closer to another wall.

"By the time I’m done with you... You’d wish you were these bones. I won’t give you peace, doll, what your body endured would be mercy." He raised his hands.

The fingertips were painted red, the flesh punctured open as needles arose from them.

"First, I’ll give you a full-on dose so that when you wake, you’ll be horrified by the fact you can’t remember a thing. But your body will." He swung his arm, the needles firing from the tips, followed by that bizarre sound.

Isadora’s eyes widened as she ducked, the needles slamming into the walls.

She plunged her hand into the stack of bones and expelled them into the air, creating a distraction.

When the Stinger stumbled backward trying to discern his surroundings, Isadora grabbed a bone and stabbed it in his knees. freewёbnoνel.com

A growl tore from his throat. He kicked her in the face, and she crumpled on the stack.

"Fuck!" he cursed. "He never mentioned you’d fire."

’He?’ Isadora thought, the pain exploding on her face as she pushed her body to stand.

The Stinger yanked her hair with force, drawing a pained growl from her throat.

"You should be a weak mannfae," he said in wonder. "You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?" He leaned down. "I’ll be honored to see what more you’ve under your sleeves. I can’t wait to tell my brothers." He laughed.

Isadora spat a mouthful of blood at his face. He yelped and slipped backward as he tried to wipe it off.

Isadora used that opportunity to climb, her hands digging into the wall, pushing her body up.

"You’re not going anywhere!" He grabbed her leg, and Isadora retaliated by thrusting her foot in his face.

He stabbed a needle into her thigh.