Succubus Rising

I was back in Asher's room, swinging from the hook and watching blood run down toward the drain. I must have passed out because he wasn't in the room with me now. My back was on fire where he had cut me and I did my best not to whimper or make a sound that might draw his attention back to me.

"Jezza!" Bane was standing over me, shaking my shoulders to wake me up. I screamed at the pain in my back and he almost fell in his haste to get away from me, likely thinking he had hurt me somehow. I curled on my side, whimpering when the sheet stuck to my back where the cuts were still bleeding. Why the fuck was I bleeding?

"Holy shit," Chaz cursed and I heard him leave the room and start talking to someone in the other room. When I heard no response I assumed he was on his phone.

Bane was kneeling on the floor beside the bed, eyes wide with terror and hands outstretched, hovering as though he was afraid to touch me. I turned my face into the pillow, breathing slowly and then feeling my power heal my back.

When the last of the cuts healed, I slumped against the bed. "What the fuck?" I mumbled into the pillow.

"I think it's a recall spell," Bane whispered.

I turned my head enough to look at him and see his hands hovering over me.

"It's a very complicated spell that hasn't been used much since the last major war." He pushed himself back up, but didn't move to touch me or get back in bed. "It can be used to reopen old wounds. The person relives every moment attached to the spell, and their body does the same."

"Can you get it off me?" I was starting to panic. The pain was gone, but I felt if I got out of bed I would be sick.

He shook his head. "It can be unraveled by someone who knows what they're doing, but it has to be done slowly. One memory at a time."

"Turq can unravel it," Chaz said from the door. "He'll be here as soon as he can, but said to stay with her when they hit and make sure she heals between each one." He sat on the bed next to me, "You're going to have to go through at least this one twice, more depending how long it takes Turq to get here."

"Why?" I wanted to know why I would have to relive it all, why Bane was suddenly terrified to touch me but Chaz wasn't, why this had even been done in the first place. So many questions in that single word.

"The spell has to be unraveled from each memory it's attached to." I gasped as Chaz put a cool wet cloth against my back and started cleaning the blood off me. I hadn't even known he'd gotten it. "So if you've gone through a memory and the spell wasn't undone, you have to go through it again to have it undone."

The room faded around me and the bed became hard as marble. My face was pressed against the cold floor as Asher drove himself into me. The sex was about normal with him, but he dug his fingers into the slash marks from the whip, trying to get me to scream. When I wouldn't give him the reactions he wanted, he pulled out of me and jerked me to my knees and dragged me to the hook. From there I swung into the air until my toes couldn't reach the floor. His mouth moved, but the memory didn't seem to have sound, but I could remember him talking. He always talked. I was lasting so long, no other girls could make it through a session with him without screaming and begging him to stop. He hated them for their weakness. I had no idea what kept me awake most of the time other than a fear that I might not wake up if I passed out. He reached out and twisted my nipple until I grunted and bit my lip to keep from making too much noise. This just seemed to amuse him.

Leaving me hanging, he turned to a dresser where he kept his toys. He enjoyed pulling them out and talking about them, like they were people and not tools. His knives were meticulously kept, his whips were spotless. It might have been impressive in another situation, keeping blood out of leather couldn't be easy. I must have said something this time because he tensed and spun around. That's right, I had said something about how small his penis was and it had pissed him off enough that he grabbed the thing closest to his hand at the time and whipped me until I blacked out.