147 Cold Fury

When Elize tried to open her eyes, she couldn't see anything. She struggled to move but she was tied. She was blindfolded. Her wrists and ankles were tied to a chair and her mouth was gagged. She heard liquid splashing around her chair and footsteps shuffling. It wasn't just any liquid, it was blood. "Uhnn!" She wrenched her wrists away from the armrest of the chair she was tied but she couldn't. 

"Don't struggle," a voice came. "It's no use," said Urhan as he splashed blood around her. He leaned behind her, his breath fanning her ears. In a low voice said, "Those ropes are spelled. You won't be able to break them with your magic or your power. I have cast a spell over you. You won't be able to use that either." He moved back and circled her more, splashing blood on the ground. When he came to stand in front of her, he chuckled. "I can't deny that I like the way you are tied up and at my mercy."