Free Blood Stained Tranquility by N. Isabelle Blanco

singe a human’s entire body if they got within twenty feet of it.
    It slammed into her with all the strength of Thor’s hammer. No mercy, no tact, and no freaking stopping. Her hands shot up, grabbing onto each of the hands holding her arms. Her fingernails became claws, stretching and pulling away from the skin, growing.
    A grunt came from her right. A hiss from her left. Good. Those SOBs deserved to feel something for what they were doing to her.
    She tried to kick as another wave of electricity scraped its way up her legs, heading straight for areas it had no business being in.
    “I’m going to . . . kill . . . all of you. Hard. And painfully,” she managed to grit out as her muscles began shaking and spasming out of control.
    A chuckle came from the vicinity of her legs, sending Eve into another round of “oh-hell-no.” She didn’t give a damn that he was Existence, that he might just be the ultimate god in charge of keeping the Universe together.
    “You . . . first . . .” she said, managing to open her eyes long enough to glare in his direction.
    He gave her an apologetic grin, shrugging in a way she would have considered adorable had it not been for the next blast of power that lifted her off the bed and slammed her back down. She almost went through the damn mattress that time!
    “Enough with . . . this . . . shit . . .” Eve choked, eyes freezing wide open. Titanium claws, recently dipped in lava and dripping hot sludge, slammed around her rib cage like a corset. Her chest felt like it collapsed in on the R’mannev itself, and beneath it, the fire spread through her heart, jackhammering the organ into overdrive.
    “Please. Please stop.”
    Fuck it all. She’d rather die. She was damn close to begging them to just end her suffering so that she didn’t have to go through one more second of what they were doing to her.
    “Gods damn it. She’s strong. They’re both fighting back,” Zexistr grunted, bearing down on her ankles.
    Both of them? What the hell was he talking about?
    “Evesse.” Vedlyl stepped forward, his pupils switching back-and-forth from blue to yellow so rapidly that it actually distracted her. “You need to focus on controlling the R’mannev. If you don’t fight it, it’s not going to obey you.”
    “I went through it. Not as much as you are right now because I was human, but I was still able to do it. Fight back, Eve,” Ismini said in a small voice.
    Fight back. Right. She was good at that. Barely knew how to do anything else.
    “Focus on how much you want to kill us once this is done,” Zexistr said with a good-natured smile framed by those damned dimples.
    “Stop giving her ideas,” Cy grunted.
    Too late. She was already focused. Was already planning exactly how she was going to rip off their eyebrows, then move onto their eyelashes.
    “Anyone else getting a mental image of what’s going on in there?” Keiros asked, sounding strained.
    “I told you not to give her ideas, she’s fucking vicious!” Cy cried above the roar of the next energy wave that hit her.
    This time, the covers beneath her became nothing but dust, and the mattress nearly followed suit. Eve bore down, clawing into the hands holding her, cracking a tooth that instantly began to heal as she clenched her jaw. She kept the mental image of ripping off their eyelashes front-and-center, even squinting to keep it in focus.
    Cy growled next to her, the sound low and potent, full of warning. Clearly, he was seeing what she was seeing and he didn’t like the view. Too bad. Had he been feeling what she was feeling, maybe then she would have given a fuck.
    Breathing had pretty much stopped at that point, but she didn’t care. She clenched down, pushed back, and alternated between imagining herself harming the brothers and seeing herself kicking the fire inside her into submission.
    She could do this. She had to. She didn’t know the meaning of giving up.
    The moment she remembered