The Lycan King's Fate Calling (Shawn Gibson and Sylvia)

Crystal's POV:

I struggled and cursed, repeatedly using my strength to free myself, but I failed miserably.

Lee extended his fingers to pinch my lips and whispered in my ear, "Be quiet. If you keep being noisy, I will have to cut your tongue off."

I shot him a murderous glare.

Lee placed his palm over my eyes and sighed. "Don't look at me like that, or I'll want to scoop out your gorgeous eyes and make them a specimen."

I shivered slightly, but finally managed to restrain my anger and shut up.

"Good girl." Lee gave me a satisfied smile. Then he dipped his index finger into the pool of blood on my body and drew a strange pattern on my chest.

It felt like some kind of ancient spell.

His icy fingers traveled from my chest to my belly and then to my back. He seemed to be wrapping me with the invisible lines he drew.

My entire body felt uncomfortable and I was getting increasingly uneasy. He seemed to be offering me as a sacrifice. I recalled his prayer and repentance just now. He was sacrificing my blood to some kind of evil god.

No!

No! I hadn't rescued my son yet. I couldn't die like this!

I struggled to free myself.

"Don't waste your energy. I won't release you till the ceremony is done. Besides, I've tied you with a

nylon cord. You won't be able to free yourself," Lee commented as he painted my body with blood. He looked incredibly serious, as if he was creating a piece of art.

When his fingers reached my ass, he almost grazed my vagina.

I couldn't take it anymore. I was going to fight him with everything I had. Fortunately, he stopped at that moment and said, "It's done."

Then he swept his eyes over my

body and said, "It's been a long time since have created such a perfect work. It seems that my Lord likes

you very much."

I was feeling so cold that I shuddered violently. Then I realized I couldn't even speak anymore.

My fingers gradually became stiff, as if they had been soaked in ice water. Even my muscles and bones went rigid and numb.

Lee's drawings on me must have brought this on.

The power in my body suddenly returned.

I tried my best to summon it, but I couldn't control it. I was so agitated that cold sweat beaded my forehead.

The piercing coldness had spread to my heart. I suddenly began gasping for breath and felt suffocated.

"Do you feel cold and unable to

breathe? Lee gently pushed my wet

hair from my cheeks and said in a

reverent tone, "Relax. You'll be happy soon. Just be patient."

I ignored him. I felt like my bones were being reconstructed after getting run over by a car. It hurt immensely and I thought I was going to die.

Just as I was about to stop breathing, the temperature of my body started to rise. The chilliness began to fade and warmth returned.

The rigidity of my body also began to dissipate, allowing me to move. I could breathe and speak

freely again.

I shrieked, "What did you do to me? You bastard! You'd better not give me the chance to fight back, because if you do, I will make your life a living hell. I'll disfigure you, just like the evil god you worship." "What a remorseless bad woman! How could you still have the energy to struggle?" Lee said with a nonchalant laugh. Then he scooped up more blood and slowly poured it down my shoulder.

I got scalded and my blue veins popped out. I gritted my teeth, swallowing my scream.

I would never allow myself to reveal my vulnerability in front of the enemy.