The Witchtale

The Witchtale

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It was just as I thought it would be - a hole. Taking the torch in his hands Zach swept the light around, there were iron bars jutting out of one wall, which was our ladder to get down. "So are we having ladies first or are you a feminist and believe in equality between us?" he said switching off the light. "We're having finder's keeper. You go ahead - I'll be right behind." I replied. "Fair enough. Here... crouch down and light my way!" He said handing the torch back. I took the torch and crouched as Zach prepared to get down, "Ready?" I asked. "I was born..." he put his foot on the first of the iron bars, it creaked loudly sending waves of echo up and down, "Damned!" he breathed. ***** Zachariah and Aliya aren't exactly friends, sure they grew up together but that's that. But when Zachariah decides to break into his ancestral home on the river island Afruz, Aliya tags along. Only to realise that somethings are not allowed for a reason and that the expense of curiosity isn't always affordable.
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C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."

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