Humanoid: The Kovra Sisters

Jinx knows all about the things that go bump in the night. They're the reason she exists. Being a humanoid in a city full of mysteries was a smart move. Still, her creator is hunting her down and what might be her only salvation is getting on her last nerve. Jinx finds herself at the mercy of one of the most "ruthless" men ever to walk the earth. An alchemist with a lot more power than anyone thinks. She wins his heart easy enough, but his love for her means nothing to his older brother. The man who calls all the shots seems to have taken an interest in Jinx. Now Jinx keeps a few secrets. She has powers she's been suppressing for years and for a good reason. Running has never been an issue, but now it is. Not only because she's being held against her will, but because this time she might just care about someone other than herself. Love, family, honor and loyalty is on the line in this twist and turning adventure. Can one of the most dangerous witches be stopped?


1. Prologue

The room is always pitch black when she's here. I never knew when I'd feel the stinging pain until I hear the leather struggling in her grip. It lashed at me. The twisted leather would always whistle as it cut through the wind. The length of it licked across my back, and left behind a trail of blood as a tongue would leave a trail of saliva. The pain was constant and I thought that by now I'd pass out, but I knew better. I wouldn't know the sweet bliss of unconsciousness, not for a while, not until she was finished. 

Chains were set up on either side of the small room. The shackles restrained my wrists and stretched out my arms, keeping my limp body from falling over. My knees hurt after hours of being bent over the old, battered mattress I often sleep on. I'd never cry, or scream. I endure it, no matter how long it lasts. After a while, a sort of numbness takes over, which is why I find screaming pointless. She wouldn't stop. Sometimes it would last minutes, sometimes hours, and sometimes I'd spend days chained up until she saw it fit to release me. 

"Have you learned your lesson, J 0.3?" Her icy, hollow tone made my skin crawl and my blood ran cold. I was terrified of her, of my mother, my creator.

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