The D'immortalis

Being human sucks enough. Being a human mate of the Alpha King of Lycanthropes- Okay, I'll admit it has its perks. As of two minutes ago, being the Queen of the World sounds like the stupidest shit to ever happen. As of now, it's still the stupidest shit to ever happen. Anyways, that's why I'm stuck at the top of this castle tower with only a pet pillow to entertain me. She's a bit of a wall but like those soft cuddly walls in the sides of those pad-locked mental hospitals, which is basically where I am. If only she was a pillow pet instead, I wouldn't mind staying a bit longer. But she isn't and that sucks.

No offense, pet pillow.

I was just chilling when I realised I was actually locked up in here like a prisoner. So, like any sane person, I called out to my hostage-taker in sexual innuendos that will turn him or her on to the point of distraction and ditch this place.

Sike. Fuck no. I picked the lock with a rusted screw from the bed frame and disarmed the guards.

Fuck Stockholm Syndrome.