*Part of this chapter will be rated M. If you are not okay with that, read only up until the part where Rhys comes into Feyre's cell. Thank you and enjoy the story!

Feyre:

(One month later)

Here I am again. Facing Amarantha who was sitting atop her stupid throne trying to intimidate every idividual in the room. Fun!

"Well, Feyre. Your second trial has come. Begin."

The ground started shaking, and I was lowered into a chamber. To my left, there was Lucien chained to the ground and to my left was the riddle and three levers.

What Amarantha didn't know, was that I had learned to read. I approached the wall and read the riddle.

This one runs forever but never moves at all. He has not lungs nor throat, but still has a mighty, roaring call. Who is he?

The spikes above us started lowering as I read the three answers.

Fire. No fire doesn't have a call, and it can be put out.

Wind. I guess wind has a call, but it can be everywhere. It's not stationary.

Waterfall. That has to be it. All of the descriptions match up perfectly.

I flip the third switch, and the spikes go back to their original position. As a rumble sounds through the room and the floor raises me up again, I turn and smirk at Amarantha. Her faces is as red as a tomato and it looks like smoke is about to come out of her ears.

She turns towards toward the Attor and fixes him with a death glare. "I thought you said 'She's a grubby human that doesn't know how to read or write.' It looks to me like she can read perfectly fine."

The Attor looks up nervously. "She doesn't. It had to have been a guess. There's no possible way she could have learned to read."

Amarantha rolled her eyes and turned her attention back to me. "Well, you were lucky this time human, but luck never lasts. Take her back to her cell."

(Time skip)

Rhys opened the door to my cell and came in laughing...very hard.

He sat down and gave me a high-five. "In all of the centuries I have lived on this world, that was the best thing I have ever seen. She looked like she was about to combust.

A grin spread across my face. "I thought she was about to grow wings and start spewing fire all over the place."

We both looked at each other and let out one last laugh.

Just then, an idea stuck me.

I leaned over and whispered in Rhys' ear.

He smiled. "This is going to be great. I'll meet you there in an hour"

(30 minutes later.)

Naula and Cerridwen came and got me to get me ready. They brought me to a room with different garments layed across the bed. Yes. I get to pick this time.

Wow so many options of torture. I selected a piece similar to what I wore when visiting the court of Nightmares. It was made two strips of a sparkly, black material that were slung across my shoulders and connected at my waist. There they became one piece that went under my legs covering my privates. Yes, this was the one.

They proceeded to paint my body with the swirling navy blue paint. I also had on blood red lipstick, black mascara, and eyeliner. Perfect.

Most of my midsection, back, and legs were exposed. My breasts were also barely covered. Step one of plan Torture The Tool was completed.

I walked out of the room and met Rhys in the hallway.

"Well you look just delicious, Feyre darling."

I smirked at him and we approached the large doors leading to the ballroom. As he put one hand on the handle, he turned to me. "Are you sure you want to do this. We don't have to go in there, or you could still drink the Faerie wine."

I shook my head. No. "I want to be well aware while I torture that tool."

"I don't like when you call him that. Calling him a tool implies that he has a use."

I rolled my eyes and opened the doors. "Let the fun begin."

He went to a table and sat in a chair. I climbed on top of my mate with my legs around his waist.

Rhys spoke into my head mentally. Are you sure?

In response, I leaned in and licked up the column of his throat starting at the base and ending just before I reached his ear. I whispered, "Yes."

He let out a barely audible moan as I continued licking and kissing his jaw and neck.

"My turn."

I grabbed onto his hair on the back of his head as he kissed my jaw making his way down. Once he reached the place where my neck met my shoulder, I was done for. A loud moan escaped my mouth, and he smiled onto my skin. Damn sweet spot. Knowing this in formation, Rhys sucked as hard as he could on that one spot. I emited a loud scream. God. Why did he do that. It would definitely leave a mark.

A crowd came to form around us. Time for payback.

I swayed back in forth grinding against his member. As I sucked and nibbled leaving marks behind. If you have to claim me, I have to claim you.

I looked back over my shoulder to see Tamlin go a mix between green and red. It was like he couldn't decide if he wanted to throw up or kill Rhys. Probably the latter.

With a smirk, I turned back around and me and my mate took turns pleasuring each other throughout the night. *wink*

*Hey y'all! Sorry about not posting last week. I'm trying to get published right now, I still have school and volleyball, and I'm dealing with anxiety. Anyway, it's just really chaotic, so I may miss posting some weeks.

Here's some answers to y'all's comments:

Guest: Thank you. I am feeling much better.

CrystalShadowStar: Trust me, I have a lot planned already. You'd be suprised.

Sansriti: I'm glad you think I did the trials okay. I went to the doctor and they suggested I go to a cardiologist and a therapist(for my anxiety) Anyway, I've been feeling better this week.

Guest: I'm glad you liked the whole cabin conversation. I had to get some humor in there somewhere.

booklifeforlife: Thanks! By the way, I love your username.

LyraOfTerrassen: (spoiler) They don't need to make a bargain because Feyre will be going back to the night court with Rhys once they leave from under the mountain anyway.

Guest: I will try my best to give Lucien a mate although it probably won't be a character you already know. I will need to make up a character.

Guest: Yes, Eriel is definitely happening. As I previously said, I will try to give Lucien a mate.

Guest: Glad you like my story. I will keep on writing it.

Guest: (I think you had multiple comments on different chapters, so I'm only going to apply to your most recent one on chapter 9) Thank you! I'm glad you think my writing wasn't affected. It's amazing that you think I'm an amazing writer. This comment was really a confident booster. (Also, if you were the one the commented on Fire Will Prevail multiple times, thank you. I'm glad you like that story too.)

Thanks for reading y'all. Please let me know if you want me to continue replying to comments.

—Anna