The Most Powerful (The Depths)

Chapter 8 (Fear Of Falling)

Variety

"Bonding time!" Carrie's shrill voice called into our bedroom, throwing a pillow at Max on the bed. "Just the two of you. Move it."

"It's too early," Max groaned, tossing on to his other side. I cringed up as one of the dogs trotted in, sticking their nose in my messy auburn hair, snorting in my ear afterwards. The big dog stomped their way back down the hallway in silence. I never really heard the Chosen Animals talk much, unless they were yelling at the Chosen Ones or arguing with each other.

I looked up at Carrie when she walked in, who had a cup of cold water. I scrambled to my feet in an instant, especially for the fact of my secret. She then turned to Max who still faced away from the door. She dumped the ice-cold water onto Max's neck and face. He yelped like a wounded animal, thrashing and hobbling at once to the floor.

"I'll kill you for that, you little cunt," he pointed, trying to intimidate her. She only smiled at his determination to scare her. "Aright," he started, as though it was "game on". He walked around the bed. Carrie's eyes grew black as she snapped at him with unnatural reflexes. I jumped away as well as Max, even though I wasn't even the target.

"Now, the two of you don't know each other. I want to enforce it sooner than leave it to your own terms. So," she gestured towards me after forcing us both to sit on the floor beside each other. "Variety, you go first." I had this awful urge, like I had to do it. The more I restrained, the harsher it became. I was screwed.

"My parents were despicable people," I blurted by force. "They ruined my life, distorting my vision to the world." I tried to hold in the detail, yet failed. "They both put me through sex trafficking ever since I hit puberty." Max raised his eyebrows, leaning forward as though it was good gossip. Carrie stood, casually nodding and frowning. "You can imagine," I swallowed, "the betrayal I felt. That emptiness, helplessness as men fucked me in the room right beside them, and they promoted it for money they spent on bullshit." I grew sour throughout my speech, bitter on the subject. "I learned that all men want is sex. They're worthless beings that will do anything for their own cause, even if that means tormenting others for the rest of their life."

"Your mom put you through sex trafficking, yes? She's a woman," Max shrugged, as though trying to prove me wrong. I've thought this out way too long now to be convinced otherwise.

"No woman ever paid to fuck me," I pointed out. Max nodded as I made a point, and before he went back to arguing, Carrie jumped in.

"Max, your turn."

With him, it was extremely visible. His veins strained in his neck and temples as he tried to restrain himself. But eventually, with a heave, he gave in.

"My father was an abusive prick who only care about money. He owned a large industrial company, and I inherited much of it. One time," he got a little excited, "I made a plan with some guys to 'kidnap' me for a ransom. My dad told them to kill me over just one-hundred thousand dollars. That's like a bar of soap to him; it's worthless." He shrugged it off. "I find pleasure in the high life, gaining money, drinking the finest wine, doing whatever I please."

I rolled my eyes at this fool. I'm supposed to be with a man with a greed problem... just like my parents? Carrie released us both, giving me time to rush out the door, leaving him behind in his own pigsty of a life.

Carmine

I decided to explore the environment of this new world. I went to a restaurant by the name of "Olive Garden". It was an Italian restaurant, and I would be dining alone.