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A New Place

Ray sits there, admiring her beauty. He occasionally moves hair out of her eyes just to see her relaxed features. "So pretty," he tells himself. His head leaning on her thigh comfortably as he plays with the sweatshirt hem.

The two are in a bedroom, her new bedroom. Vince woke up immediately, but Charlotte has been out for two days now making both Ray and Levi annoyed. Levi more than Ray, but they're still annoyed. They can't see each other until the two are up  and moving.  They get their meals from a servant.

Charlotte moves her hand and Ray zips to the armchair in the corner. He clears his throat and eyes her. She flips over on her side, facing him. Her eyes flutter open slowly and take in Ray then his outfit which is a buttoned down shirt, the top two three being unbuttoned.

"..where.. who.." She mumbles. Ray smiles and gets up. He pulls the curtains to the side to let some sunlight in then crouches down in front of her and moves her hair. "Good morning, Charlotte." The gears in her head keeping turning then it finally clicks.

"Where is he?! Did you do ANYTHING to him?!" She goes to reach for him then soon realizes.. her wrists are cuffed. "YOU FUCK!" Ray sighs and clips a chain lead onto them. "We haven't done anything to him. He's in good condition. Unlike you, he woke immediately when we got you guys here." He tugs the chain down and connects it to the rim of the bed, keeping her hands still. "You've been out for two days. We have things to talk about, so you've got two options. One, eat, behave and I'll go over things. Two, continue to yell at me and when it's time for you to go, you'll be thrown in not knowing what's going on."

She thinks for a moment. "Fuck. Off. What's these wrist things for? I can barely move as is." Ray takes her hand and rubs his thumb along her middle finger. "They stop you from using your spells and shit. Let's say.. we don't trust you too much now and you shouldn't trust us. Now what's it gonna be?" Charlotte pulls her hand back and he puts his hand back to his side. "Are you gonna be good for me? We'll be seeing a lot of each other."
"Where is he?" She asks. Her tone strict and demanding.
"Vince? In the other room. Don't ignore my question, Charlotte."
"I want him. Now."
"Yeah and I want my man too, but someone here is a brat and doesn't wanna cooperate."
"You've got no right to call me a brat, asshole. I don't care about your boyfriend! I care about MY life! I don't wanna be here with.. with you! If I can't see him.. I don't know what'll happen to me!" Charlotte shows her distress and pics at the skin on her fingers. She avoids his eyes and looks around the room.
"You'll see him. I promise. Tomorrow.. that's when you will. I bet you're hungry. How about some brunch?"

Despite the roaring in her stomach, she responds with a whispered no. "I'm not eating.. no.. not until I have his touch" She thinks. Ray fixes his hair and sighs. "You haven't ate in three days. Are you positive you don't want to eat? You also.. yeah. You should eat."

Don't trust him. He's evil. You'll die if you eat any food from him. Are all things the voices are telling Charlotte.

He's familiar. He's bruised. He is from the same place. Also rings through her head.

The door shuts and she's left alone. Alone with the lesser voices. Alone with them to grow into something more. Despite these factors.. she can't help but wonder why he left? He sounded far, distant even. Like he wasn't with her anymore.

"Whatever," she starts. "I've got to get out of these." Charlotte forces herself to sit up. She leans down to where the chain ends. Her fingers grope for the clip and eventually she finds it, freeing herself.

The only hard part, is getting her legs out from under her and onto the floor. She also had realized she still has no clue where Vince is and getting comfort is nearly impossible.