Misunderstood

Not A Normal World

"You're transferring to a boarding school," the warden said as he stood in the doorway of my cell.

"Excuse me?" I questioned with a furrowed brow, my voice carrying a hint of disbelief.

"You have one hour to gather your belongings. The car will be ready for you at that time."

After that, I was left alone in my cell with my thoughts. I couldn't believe I was being transferred out of this prison and into a boarding school. Why, of all places, a boarding school? How I ended up in this prison is quite a tale, but I'll keep it short. I got wrongly convicted because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

In a world filled with mythical beings, demons, and people with extraordinary powers, humans tend to jump to conclusions about us. As an incubus, you can only guess what they accused me of. I frequented a kink club called Depraved Delicacies, often for obvious reasons. One night, there was a raid on the club for illicit drug smuggling. I, of course, had nothing to do with that personally, but I was an incubus at a kink club that human police officers raided. So they immediately took me into custody and accused me of sex trafficking for other succubi and incubi. They accused me of appearing suspicious because I was the only incubus at the club, and being alone didn't help my case. I could not use my persuasive abilities, as I had no stored power to rely on. Once they detained me, they took precautions to ensure I couldn't access my abilities. I had a particular cell that was soundproof, and they made sure to put covers over my hands that I could not unlatch so that I could not pleasure myself to restore my power. They also put a muzzle on me because they feared my sharp teeth. I never stood trial, but I provided my statement to the warden. He eventually reviewed it, so I assume that's why the transfer was occurring.

I never once came into contact with any other inmates. I knew I was in a maximum security prison for people with powers, but I had never seen anybody else, just the guards and the warden. They locked the area down; no one could enter or leave without a guard.

You'd think I'd be more excited to leave, but I've been powerless and drained for six months. I was like a shell of an incubus. I only sat on this bed for six months and stared at the wall. As I finished gathering my things, which consisted of only two items—a book and its accompanying bookmark—a guard opened my door.

"Come on, Nyx. We will return your old clothes and get you out of here," the guard with a mustache said.

"Aw man, Jim, I was just starting to get used to my time here, almost as if I was getting comfortable rotting in my cell!" I walk past Jim, feeling his hand rest gently between my shoulder blades as he guides me to the discharge office. Once I had completed all the lengthy and tedious paperwork, the guard took me to another room to change into my old clothes and retrieve my belongings. However, I had no belongings at the time of my arrest. Jim carefully removed the covers from my hands and the tight muzzle from my face, the cool air hitting my skin as he led me outside and settled me into the car. As he pulled away, I reached out and pressed the button on the car door, causing the window to glide down and allowing the outside world to rush in.

"Well, this is it, kid," Jim said with a faint, insincere smile and a hint of disgust as he looked at the young man before him.

"I am centuries older than you. Do not call me 'kid'." I stated, gazing at him expressionlessly.

"Right," Jim taps the car and turns to walk back into the prison. The car surges forward, and we're on our way to this supposed boarding school. I glance down at my clothes. They smelled musty and were wrinkled. First impressions are crucial to me as an incubus who uses charm and good looks to achieve his goals. These clothes won't suffice. I could manifest new attire if I could gather a small amount of energy. I glance at the car's driver, and she's observing me through her rearview mirror. I smirk, revealing my teeth. She immediately fixes her gaze back on the road. I could feel her heartbeat racing between her thighs, and that was just enough for me. I snapped my fingers, and suddenly, I was wearing a plain black shirt and ripped black jeans. As I ran my hand through my dark black hair, I sighed in relief. Another snap of my fingers and the piercings that the prison had made me take out and throw away reappeared on my face. I have my bridge, septum, ears, and the left side of my bottom lip pierced. I briefly played with the dangling earring on my right lobe before snapping my fingers again, using up the short-lived energy. A small silver chain fell around my neck, a few rings slipped onto my fingers, and black Vans were on my feet.