✗ | 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘, larissa weems

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𝐓𝐖𝐘𝐋𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕

"naturally," calypso began, cupping her hands together and staring at me through her lowered brows. a chill shivered down my spine, both of my eyes twitching simultaneously in raw fear.

"i would like something in return," she continued, her smile unnervingly sweet—too sweet, so sweet that the hairs on my forearms stood tall.

i gulped hard, my throat dry and tight, as i watched her glide backward, her eyes never leaving mine, moving with a predator's grace that made my stomach churn.

she didn't bother to look over her shoulder, her confidence unwavering and chilling.

"what is it?" i managed to ask, my voice betraying the terror that gripped me.

calypso paused, her smile widening as she sensed my desperation. she savored the moment, her eyes glinting with a malicious delight that made my blood run cold.

"your blood," calypso's lips curled into a fiery smirk that made my heart sink.

my eyes widened, my lips parting to speak, but no sound emerged. she reached the center of the celeste circle, standing beside the ancient stone, her long, sharp fingernail tapping the concrete three times with an eerie, deliberate rhythm.

my eyes snapped back to hers, watching as her smile grew even more sinister. "in here preferably," she added, gesturing to the jagged symbol carved into the surface of the stone.

the symbol seemed to pulse, dark and foreboding, as if it were alive and hungry for the offering.

a cold sweat broke out on my forehead, my breath hitching in my throat as I tried to process her demand.

the thought of spilling my blood into that ancient mark sent a wave of nausea through me.

"but," i breathed out, my gaze falling onto the ancient stone as i took a tentative step forward, keeping a safe distance.

"wouldn't that tie my soul to the realm?" my voice shook as i glanced up at her, worry etched across my face. my fingers fidgeted with each other, desperately trying to remain calm.

without hesitation, calypso scoffed, her smile now amused, as if my fear entertained her.

"you know deep down you'll never leave kefalonia," she stated in a sickly sweet voice, reminding me of the inescapable truth.

my bottom lip quivered as i bit down on it, holding back the tears that threatened to spill, knowing that my life outside of this realm was over—a fleeting glimpse of true love and affection that i would never experience again.

"don't you want to be able to bear a child?" her delicate voice asked, my glassy eyes widening slightly as i looked up at her, shocked that she knew everything that had happened to me outside of kefalonia.

"your own father took that from you," she whispered, stepping closer and smoothly tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"not only am i healing the visible scars," calypso added, her eyes drifting down to my wrists. subconsciously, i tugged at my sleeves, folding my arms to hide my shame.

"but i will heal the trauma your body has endured," she declared, giving me even more reason to consider her offer.

my eyes dropped to the stone, tracing every detail on the jagged symbol as a singular tear trickled down my cheek.