Chapter One
Luminous thick clouds hung overhead that threatened to let loose an unbelievable
amount of hard electric snow and rain. A cold wind whipped past Siddella, plastering
strands of snow white hair against her face. Running as fast as her legs would carry her,
she’d made it from Frika and Virus wasting only necessary energy before she managed to
duck into a building not far from the club.
The Goddess inhabiting her body guided her instincts to this building for shelter
and rest while providing Siddella with an added power boost that the grid couldn’t touch.
It was a wonderful feeling.
Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took. She stopped and set a hand
against the brick wall before she lowered her head. Sweat dripped into her eyes. Sweat
was odd for someone who was barely dressed in the middle of blizzard like temperatures but
her elusive speed pumped blood through her body so much that her internal temperature
rose.
Power flowed through her in such a manner that the rush produced an almost euphoric
feeling that Siddella had never experienced.
The only thing that came close to this was when Frika fucked her and made her cum.
Was that because of his magick?
She licked her lips. The Goddess inside wanted to control her more and send her back
towards Frika for more play but Siddella maintained enough control over her body to keep
that from happening. She didn’t want Frika. Couldn’t have a mate. It was unthinkable for
someone with such a long history of being alone.
The only thing the Goddess desired more than sex seemed to be the destruction of
this version of Faery. Voices in Siddella’s head echoed cries from other deities that
sought to return back to Faery and play.
There was still the spell he’d used to bind her to him.
Realization that he could track her set in. “Damnit!”
As the power from the Goddess managed to flow through her, a reawakening of her
sensuality set off her senses. Every nerve opened to experience, every pore became ready
to receive. Sex was primary to the survival of Faery but even more than its survival, sex
helped release tension.
Frika had certainly helped her burn off years of steam from just the few days they’d
spent together.
Having run into the Prince of Black Angus after stealing data that would ultimately
deactivate the massive energy grid was not on her plans. She simply wanted the one thing,
freedom from this hellhole of a land that enslaved the inhabitants in an unnatural
environment.
Wiping her arm across her brow, Siddella looked up and around. Frika’s magickal
signal touched hers, indicating that he was near. She realized that the bond probably
helped her locate him too.
He couldn’t catch her. She had to make her way to the center of the city and break
in. A simple hack could shut the city-state down for hours, long enough for authorities
to deal with the protests and raids that the Black Angus has staged.
Then she could assassinate the ruler of this city-state and take out his cronies.
To bathe in the blood of the dead would feed the Goddess inside.
Siddella shook her head.
This couldn’t be the deity everyone of considerable age missed.
I’m afraid. The voice echoed in her head.
Gasping, Siddella looked around. “Who said that?”
No live bodies appeared to be present.
I did. I’m afraid and I’ve been locked up. The feminine voice truly sounded
scared.
Siddella asked, “Who are you?”
I am that which has ruled over the lands and the Black Angus for centuries until I
was forced into captivity. Help me.
A wave of sadness hit Siddella so hard she shuddered and sunk down to the ground.
Wrapping her arms around her knees, she shivered, teeth chattered. The scent of pepper
became evident.
“What is this smell?”
A storm brews on the horizon. A bad one. And trouble lies ahead. You must hurry
indoors and…
The wave of fear hit Siddella so hard it threatened to knock her off balance.
Nausea set in and her stomach did a flip flop at the prospect of being caught out in an
electrical storm.
This world really needed magick back.
Memories flashed in her head of thick fauna, dark and sensually dangerous. Creatures
far and wide called this place home. The large variety of Unseelie fae, those who enjoyed
the Court of Dark mixed well enough without manmade interruptions. Those who didn’t were
simply executed by their own. The land no longer represented a mound, but rather a
desolate nuclear electric wasteland like something out of a horror film. Sometimes the
air held a creepy aura in the occasional neon green atmosphere.
Temperatures weren’t always steady but the extremes she’d grown up with didn’t
exist. A light shone brightly over the land despite the darkness, providing the way
towards the Seelie land just as that land held a dark spot on the horizon to lead those
who journeyed into the darkness towards the Unseelie.
Frika called the lands in between the two realms home.
She shivered though it wasn’t from the cold.
Her heart ached. She missed the fucker.
“Asshole”
You should be grateful. He made this connection possible.
Siddella looked up. She whispered, “I don’t understand.”
Unknowingly, he carried me to you.
She spoke in a hushed whisper, “And sex must have passed you to me. But why?”
No response.
Siddella stood. Annoyed, she stumbled back against the wall and shouted, “Damnit
tell me why!”
Her power grew weaker. The longer she remained apart from Frika and out in the open,
the longer she’d be exposed to the grid and be drained.
“I guess even a goddess has her limitations.”
Remorse settled in.
The next thing she knew, her body had moved on its own volition, breaking into a
sprint at almost three quarters of her fastest speed. Gaining ground away from Frika’s
magickal signal, towards the inner city, she only knew the one thing. There was a need
deep in her that needed to be satisfied before she could take down anyone, especially the
ruler of the city-state. “What the fuck is going on?’
I need to feel and be fed. Something’s taking power from me.
The voice in her head sounded strained.
She tried to stop herself but her limbs wouldn’t respond. “So you’re going to take
me where?”
In the blink of an eye, the world exploded before her. The blast of light and blur
of everything passing by her had happened so fast her head spun and her stomach threatened
to heave up its contents.
When the blurring stopped, Siddella found herself in the middle of another club.
Darkness surrounded her except for a few lights that sparkled and moved about the dance
floor. Bodies strewn about and moved to the heavy bass beats of electronic body music.
Screams could be discerned among the beats from another room not too far from where
Siddella stood.
She scanned the dancers and found no one to her liking.
Then she realized she wasn’t the one doing the looking.
Clad in various states of undress, some wore leather, others wore what appeared to
be Victorian finery, and they all moved or milled about in typical Goth fetish fashion.
The unnamed land deity currently residing in Siddella searched for the one who would give
her just enough to make it to central command downtown.
This part of town sat along the outskirts of the high rises and modern mechanized
buildings where the wealthy lived.
The Cyber-Fae policed the area frequently and kept belligerents from stirring up too
much trouble.
The deity desperately wanted a real faery, not one of those mechanized pieces of
shit.
The club was filled with high level officers and Menace alike, an odd combination
considering the two were enemies. But fetish was fetish and everyone could agree on the
preferred method of sex if it involved multiple orgasms.
The beat of the music changed, speeding up.
Siddella’s heart raced. The smells of leather and whiskey blended in with sweat, sex
and sin.
A hand clapped her on the shoulder and spun her around.
The face she stared in wasn’t entirely friendly. Manicured eye brows appeared to
hover over glass eyes that scanned with accurate precision. The black and gray jacket that
covered his torso was military as were the pants and knee length boots. Fingers moved
along her skin, giving her chills when she felt electric current flowing through them.
The deity inside wailed in agony.
“You’re coming with me.” Mechanical jaws moved and words came out through a voice
box.
Siddella froze.
Another pair of hands gripped her arms and held them behind her back. She turned to
face her new assailant and found him dressed in the same black and gray leather as his
friend.
A loud scream filled her head and she realized it came from her.
They were dragging her towards a room in the back.
The deity screamed louder and forced power into Siddella’s limbs.
Struggling hard, she couldn’t break free of the vice like grip that held her.
The second voice echoed but sounded normal. “You’re the Thief of the Low Court.
We’re going to have some fun with you before we turn you in for crimes against the
City-State.”
She fought harder against them and screamed, “You’ve got the wrong girl. I’m just
sweet and innocent!”
Kicking out, she caught one in the chest.
His body didn’t move.
He turned, the whirr of his neck signaling he wasn’t a real faery.
“Shit.”
His lips curled up in a wry grin. “You’ll pay for that once we get you into the
torture chamber.”
She was so fucked. She swore under hear breath. “Thanks you fucking asshole
deity.”
Hands lifted her off the ground.
She kicked out at her captors and missed one just barely.
A fist caught her in the stomach.
Screaming, she doubled over and coughed, tasting blood.
The beat of the music changed again, growing louder while not one single faery,
military or otherwise bothered to help her.
Wrangling against the iron grip that held her, she screamed louder but the music
drowned out her cries.
A hand covered her mouth. “You’ll pay for stealing from us. Then we’ll kill you.”
Fear made her break out in a nervous sweat. The deity’s powers seemed halted here.
Why?
Then it dawned on her. The epicenter of the grid wasn’t too far from here. “Fuck.”
“We’ll do that too, right?” The normal faery spoke to his mechanized partner.
“Sure. She’ll bleed first.” Eyes glowed bright red in the dimness of the club.
Siddella knew what was about to happen.
Dragging her through the sea of faeries that parted, down a long hallway, they
slammed her against the wall. Then they’d entered a room and shut the door, muffling the
sound of the heavy bass. “No one will hear you scream.”
She looked around and swallowed hard at what she saw. She tried to cover her mouth
against the rotten egg and death stench but remained held fast by her two captors.
A large X frame lay against one wall in the corner. Various instruments of torture,
including whips, metal and barbed wire floggers hung on one wall. A few devices lay on
the floor that she didn’t recognize. The room was empty otherwise. The cold concrete floor
wore stains of blood splatter and other things Siddella didn’t want to recognize. Walls
were painted red and black with lights hanging on sconces.
The power cord near them made her stomach tight with knots.
The medical kit hanging on the far wall opposite the cross was rusted.
“Help!” She screamed louder and writhed against the two guards but it was useless.
Before long they had her thrown up against the cross and bound to it.
The cold metal made her shiver. Tied at the wrists, ankles and waist, she found
herself unable to move.
A loud hissing sound forced her attention to one of the soldiers. Her jaw dropped,
eyes widened and horror set in at the metal whip he’d picked up.
He jacked a power cord into the handle of the whip and looked at her with an evil
grin. His eyes widened and teeth showed.
He cracked it once and the air sizzled with enough electricity that her hair stood
on end.
Stepping closer to her, he raised his arm and brought the whip forward before it
cracked in front of her.
The whip sent out a spark that caught her on exposed flesh. She winced and screamed
in pain before dizziness slammed into her from the low voltage spark. Her body shook
violently when the heat seared her. The scent of burnt cloth filled the room along with
the other unpleasant stenches. Another strike landed on her and singed her top.
Electricity jolted through her.
She cried and shook against her restraints.
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