Excerpt, The Chronicles of Han Storm, Taming Encha, Book 3, Chapter One
Taming
Encha
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One ***
"She is my best bleeder" the
bald man informed me, referring to an anaemic looking girl confined in a cage,
staring listlessly into nothing.
"We keep the virgins pure,
collecting their moons for the Master" he chatted informatively, leading
me deeper into the cavern system, cages and containing gates lining the walls.
"He indulges in their sweet scented
blood, sustaining himself and his magics" he told me, stopping, unlocking
a gate to a dark corner.
"But when he wants food, he
prefers the blood of the breeders, especially those that are made to abort, for
within their blood is the gift of eternal youth."
He opened the gate, indicating me to
enter.
I walked past him into the cold damp of
my cell, turning back to stare at his self-satisfied, sharpened tooth grin.
"What happens if you cannot find a
pregnant woman?" I wished to know.
"Then we have to sacrifice a baby
or a small child to satisfy his needs."
He locked the gate securely before
standing back, watching the disgust on my features.
"It is nothing new. The breeders
are not always susceptible to impregnation and the Master only wants to feed
off pure humans."
"Pure humans?" I wanted to
know.
"Yes, those people that are not
eaters of man-flesh."
"Then these breeders are not from
your Clan?"
"No, of course not! They are
prisoners, as yourself. The Master is going to be overjoyed with your capture.
A true Captain of the Newcomers."
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