Ocean Eyes

c h a p t e r f i f t e e n

" Don't think that I won't kill you because of Storm," Morfia stated in disgust.

I felt some type of chains hold me down to the chair I was strapped to.

I tried getting out of them, struggling as hard as I can but nothing worked.

It felt that every single time that I was getting closer of getting out of the straps, they would become harder to escape.

I was in a dark room, with a faint light above me that seemed to flicker all the time.

I whimpered as I felt the chains dig into my skin.

" What do you want from me?" I spoke out.

Morfia laughed, but humor was not behind it.

" And she's a clueless stupid mortal," Morfia started, while slowly circling around me.

" I wonder why Storm chose you over me," Morfia ended with disgust. And then I saw it.

A glint of shining metal in her hands; dancing as she played with the weapon.

A knife.

My eyes widened at the sight and my breaths became labored.

Morfia noticed my distress and her lips turned into a smile.

But that smile was nowhere near friendly.

" Please, Morfia..." I pleaded her.

She chuckled and approached me.

Her moves were slow and calculated; reminding me whose place was higher up on the food chain.

Tears were streaming down my face at this point, in waves, and crashed against my skin.

I could hear Morfia's slow steps moving behind me, until she stopped.

The only sound heard was my breathing as I tried slowing it down.

I was helpless against her.

Helpless as I was binded to the chair I was sitting in, helplessly and silently pleading her with all I could.

The sharpness of the metal knife pressed against my neck, but not enough for the blood to start dripping.

My breathing, stopped.

My breath, never finished, stuck in my throat.

A voice inside my head pressured me, screamed at me, to get out of my paralyzed state.

But I couldn't.

Only the tears kept pouring faster than the water pouring down from a waterfall.

As if only they listened to the protests inside my head.

"You will never get rid of me, remember that, little girl," Morfia spat out in disgust.

I felt her head lower to the point where her mouth was right next to my ear.

"This was only the beginning, the future holds much worse things in store for you."

My eyes snapped open as I felt myself drowning in my cold sweat.

A small part of me knew that I was not in the same room, not bounded to a chair, and that Morfia was nowhere near where I was.

And yet her warnings were stuck in my head, dancing in repeat.

You will never get rid of me.

This was only the beginning, the future holds much worse things in store for you.