Excerpt:

"Did you really believe you could escape us that easily, huntress? You must have known..."

His twin brought his head down to snuggle against hers as he buried his face in her long hair and breathed her essence in. He nuzzled against the side of her face as he pressed himself against her from behind; she could not find it in herself to be surprised when something long and hard pushed into the small of her back. A threat as much as a promise.

"...We would not let you go." He breathed hotly into her ear as one hand moved to slide down her back, caressing her. "You are ours now to do with as we please..."

"...And we will have our pound of your pretty flesh for the loss of our beloved Queen." He moved inhumanly fast to grip her chin tightly. He jerked her head up so that she stared up into his cold eyes.

"And what pretty flesh it is." He slowly licked over his sharp fangs before grinning at her widely, flashing them for her to see. "It will be a pleasure to taste you..."

"...And feel you writhe as we take you..." The one behind her slipped one hand down further down, his cold fingers finding and seeking the warmth of the mortal huntress bound between them. For the first time Asha responded to something one of them did; she jerked in their firm grips, trying to pull away from the intruding hand even as she told herself she was doing nothing more than giving them the response they wanted.

As she had known they would both bastards let out deep laughs.

She grew still once more though her blood had started to boil and adrenaline had begun to rush through her veins. She fought to contain her galloping heart and heightened breathing. Struggling would do nothing more than please the bastards.

"You think you hate us now don't you, precious girl? But, alas..."

He licked his lips and let go of her as his twin did the same. They began to circle her like sharks, doing with their eyes what their hands and mouths had done earlier.

Occasionally they touched her; a light caress here, a rough smack there, a quick pinch. Each time she just stared ahead, not making a sound. Not responding.

They exchanged predatory grins.

"...We have yet to begin to give you reason to hate us..." She could tell the twins apart from the placement of moles on their thick necks; one had a mole on the left side, one on the right. Other than that they were perfectly identical. Same long black hair, same cruel green eyes. Same porcelain skin, same cold smirk. Same tall athletic build, same mannerisms. Even their deep voices were identical. Combined with their seriously annoying habit of finishing one another's sentences and the fact she had been nearly dead an hour before she felt like she was seeing double as their sauntered around her.

The bastards. She'd see them truly dead in hell before they broke her.

"...But by the end of this you will, huntress, you will..."

"...And you know why, precious lady?"

"Oh, brother...Please tell her why."

One second Left Mole walked off to her side. The next he was in her face, gripping her chin hard enough to leave bruises while his other hand slid down her chest...lower...lower...

"Because by the end of this you will beg for us..."

"...You will begin to enjoy what we do..."

"...And you will want only us."