Coffins Confinement Chinese Drama

His skin was on fire.

Zane was sure he’d never experienced anything so excruciating in his life. Flames of blazing light engulfed him as he gasped for air he could not catch.

His storm-ridden eyes filled with calculation as he watched the beautiful woman, sorceress, whatever she was, wield her power over him. It crescendoed like a wave, washing through his body with unstoppable force.

The sorceress smirked with satisfaction as he fell to his knees in the dirt at her feet. Zane could feel his powers draining, the brute strength he possessed was slipping away. His muscles clenched in resistance as she continued to pour her wrath into him, igniting his very soul.

His physical form was morphing, changing into something familiar, yet unknown. But it was the psychological affect that was truly beginning to wear on him. How long had he been trapped here?

“Stop struggling!” she snapped in ferocious warning. “Just a bit longer…come on…don't be so useless!”

Zane clenched his razor sharp teeth, his toned figure trembling with the weight of the spell. He spat at her muck covered boots.

She cackled sadistically at his gesture and surged more violent rays of power into his sweaty chest. He tried to turn his head to break the contact that she had over him, but it was impossible.

He was going to lose this fight.

“Now give me what I want!” she demanded, her shadowed face twisting with anger, her beautiful long black hair whipping around her like demons taking flight from the deepest layers of hell.

Zane wasn’t entirely sure what this woman wanted with him, but he knew that he had only moments left before he was unable to resist.

“That’s it,” she crooned softly, stepping closer to him. “You pathetic beast.”

Suddenly Zane jerked with pain, his body giving out beneath him as a searing hot light shot straight through his heart.

He cried out in anguish as emotions, things he’d never felt before, filled his entire existence. There was sadness and love, there was fear and rage…the rapidly changing feelings climbed up his limbs and struck themselves into his soul.

“Know your place,” she hissed with proud malice.

He let out a roar of fury.

“And respect your betters,” she chided him condescendingly.

The unknown sensation of tears graced his face as he crawled across the wet ground of the isolated marsh. He had to get away. He had to find his family. He would not let her do the same to them. He hadn’t lived this long just to die here, of all places. No, not like this.

He reached a shaking hand out to grasp onto the muddy ground. Above him he could sense the wicked woman closing in on him, preparing to deliver the final blow.

Zane braced himself, his chest constricting with newfound panic.

He closed his eyes and waited.

There was a moment of silence.

The air around him exploded with a light so immense, it nearly blinded him through his closed lids. He only had a second to react before the sorceress screamed again. Yet it was not a scream of triumph, but one of pain.

Zane dared to crack open his eyes as he turned slightly in the direction her yell echoed from. He could see nothing but powdery smoke.

Pain wracked his body in pulsing throbs. He straightened his arms, his lean muscles pushing against the thick mud as he continued to pull himself across the uneven ground.

The woman was still screaming but the chaotic sound was moving further and further away. Its echo rung in his ears until, once again, silence fell.