I didn't get a wink of sleep. My mind kept spinning, over and over, unable to find rest. I thought of everything-my helplessness, my fears, my past. As dawn broke, I came to one conclusion.
I descended the stairs and found him in the kitchen. He looked up as I entered.
"You're here. Sit down. I'll serve breakfast," he said.
"Make me like you," I replied, my voice steady and resolute.
He turned to face me, his expression curious.
"I want to be strong. I want to have magic. I want to face him. Make me a mage. I want to be a witch."
His gaze hardened. "No."
"What?" I couldn't believe it.
"I said NO."
"How do I make a deal with the devil? Tell me."
"You won't make any deal with any devil."
"Who are you to tell me what to do?" My frustration bubbled over.
"You are forgetting something, sweetheart," he said, stepping closer.
"You are in my home. My prisoner"
His presence was commanding as he approached. "You will do what I tell you to do."
Anger flared within me. Before I knew it, I had grabbed a butter knife from the table and stabbed at his chest, His white shirt started staining with red.
I tried to step back, but he held my hands firmly, keeping me there, my hand still on the knife and the knife still in his chest.
"Are you happy now?" he asked, his voice calm and even.
Tears filled my eyes, and I felt a wave of confusion and regret. "I don't know"
"Feeling sad? Regret? What is it? Tell me what you're feeling right now."
Tears flowed freely down my cheeks. He brought his hand up and gently wiped them away.
"I didn't want to hurt you. I don't know why I did that," I whispered.
"It's okay. I'm fine. It didn't go deep." He placed his hand on my hair, soothing me.
I rested my head on his chest. We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity.
.............
Later, in his room, he sat shirtless as I tended to the small wound I had caused. He broke the silence.
"I will help you with killing Prince Seven," he said.
"What?" I looked up, surprised.
"I will help you. So please, stay away from magic."
I remained silent, processing his words.
The real reason I wanted magic was to be strong, to stand up for myself, to protect myself.
In this world, where humans are considered the lowest beings, mere playthings, I had suffered greatly.
As a child, I was called a hex. My father and mother hated me. My brother never spoke to me. The whole village despised and ignored me.
I had been in a dungeon, where I was tormented and humiliated.
In the House of Dreams, I lived in fear of faeries cursing me.
In the House of Illusions, I was almost killed by the prince. He bullied me because I was just a human. And I lost my only friend.
Prince Seven is the worst of them all.
No matter what,
I will become a witch.
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Enthrallment : The Twisted Trust
Fantastik" please don't " He pleaded, his voice cracking with despair. Tears streamed down his face as he dropped to his knees, clutching at the air as if trying to grasp the fleeting fragments of her presence. ...
