The Destructible Mates [ Book 2 ]

Chapter 5 [part 1] - Bad decision

[ Karla's Cave ]

Karla sat at her desk, not the one in her business building but the one inside the huge mountain that she could see from her office.

She had help to bulid the cave. She had the wet cave cleaned out, it still got wet down here but she always got it cleaned up immediately. She had the hard floor replaced with soft red violet fur. She had dug out 2 rooms and one big space for the dinning room. There was no kitchen. There was a mini fridge in the dining room. She put little snacks in there, because she only comes here when she needs to think it well..to put people done in the sell room.

Speaking off the sell room, she hated it. Made her feel like she's no better than those humans who captured her own kind. Stuffing them into a cage. She knows she'll never put any of her people in there, not even the ones who disobey her. The reason she put those witches and wolf in there was because she has no where else that could hold them. The dark witch that was helping her made her a deal.

If she allows her to take some of Jessica's blood then she'd help her in any way. The way Karla needed her help was to cast a spell on the hug cage down below her cave. The spell was so that the witches couldn't use their magic and the wolf her strength.

Karla scoffed. She didn't do the case right if Samritha was able to hatch into her dark magic. Useless witch, Karla thinks.

Karla gets up from her desk, grabs the glass with brown liquid in it to go stand in front of the painting.

"I'm so sorry mother," Karla says, taking her hand to softly run her fingers over Vallina's figure. Mother, not really. All BloodWinders call her that because she is the creator of them.

"I will make those humans pay," she pauses to kiss her two fingers and presses them to Vallina's pale cheek "I will."

"Hmm..will you?" Samritha stands in the door way, there are no doors on either room. Karla smirks, she couldn't hear Samritha walk over here. That's a good thing.

Karla turns away from the painting to look at the top witch.

"Will, will, will, " Karla says quietly "Yes I will," she answers. "I also know for a fact that you'll help me."

Samritha hums "oh really now?"

"Yes," Karla says. She walks around her desk to sit back in her chair. "So you can get revenge."

Samrthia's posture stiffened, she looked around the office.

"What do you mean, no-" she walked close to Karla's desk "What do you know?" She asks, her voice hard and cold.

Karla leans back in the chair, folding her arms behind her head. She locks her eyes with brown ones.

"Oh, I know many things. But one important thing? How those humans took your wife and raped her. How those humans took your child and almost killed her. How those humans, after a while took your own creator and ripped her of her humanity. How they-" it was so fast that Karla didn't see it coming. Samrthia's hands glow black mass around them. She lifts one hand and flicks her wrist. Karla is soon flew up against the wall with a hard thud. Her back cracking. She grints her teeth, keeping herself from screaming out in pain.

Her hands are held apart, both above her head and around her wrist are purple glowing rings. Karla opens her eyes to be met with glowing purple ones filled with anger. Samritha is standing in front of her with a hand knife held tightly against her throat.

"You don't dare talk about that. Ever!" Samritha screams at her, her voice raspy.

Karla chokes as Samritha brings the red, pocket knife closer to her throat.

"Samritha-" she chokes "that's why you should- should help me. Get revenge on those humans. I know that anger and sadness, I do."

Samrthia's throat closes, she losses all strength and falls back. Catching herself on Karla's desk. She gribs the wooden desk, her hold on it making her knuckles paler than they are. Her eyes switch from her magic purple to her brown. Her eyes dark.

All those flashbacks that she tried so hard to bury deep down in her soul were now coming back to life. Her head started to hurt and spin at the incoming pain that was beating so hard against her chest. Her heart stopped each beat, her eyes burning as those memories, no good, came back to her. The blood...the beating...the harsh words..the..the pain. The look in her wife's eyes as those men..raped her. The look in her 5 year old's daughter's eyes as those women beat her and burned her.

Believe that she beat the hell out of those humans when she got free. She made them suffer so much pain, so much.

She did one thing though, that now that she think about it was the wrong move.

She made Samantha forget. She cleared her mind from all of it, even her wife's memory.