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I had no idea what in the hell she was talking about, or why she was even talking in the first place. Before, they always came in and when I refused to respond they would drop down to their knees before me and attempt to suck me off. Only problem with that was my dick never got hard for them, and I would close my eyes and pretend like they weren't there and doing what they were doing so my body wouldn't physically react.
I knew what the Council had been about. I had gotten a woman pregnant and fathered a son who'd been born with magic. The Council had found this intriguing because my baby mama—a woman I had never intended to sleep with in the first place, and only had after I'd been drugged—did not have an ounce of magic coursing through her veins. Neither had her mother. Though, her mother's father had been a witch and had been a big deal to the Council. He had personally handpicked the man who had impregnated his daughter and the disappointment when she'd given birth to a little baby girl who had no magic had created a freaking monster.
The monster had been unleashed on me and I'd lost in a really big way, but my son, he'd lost the most, and I'd ended up here, wherever the fuck this was.
"Please, girl." I hung my head and groaned. "Just go and leave me here to myself." Her constant blathering about shit I did not understand was giving me a headache, and I was already in enough pain. I didn't need her adding more to the pile.
"I can't leave you."
I closed my eyes and wished her away. The problem was that she was the dream walker here and in control of everything. I had never been able to dream walk and wouldn't be able to learn now even if I wanted to, because I'd given my magic away for my son so he wouldn't ever have to be alone with the evil we'd both lived with for so long.
I still didn't know if it had been worth it or not, and likely would never find out.
My son was to be forever lost to me. I just hoped the cat served its purpose and Dash never found out where it came from. Or whom.
"Why the hell not?" I asked before I could stop myself. I knew she'd answer me, the girl clearly enjoyed talking. Fuck it, it wasn’t like I had anything else to do with my time. I'd play along with the Council's new game for now. Until I got bored with it and had enough.
"I don't know how to find you yet."
Now that, that had to be the most least unexpected thing that could have come out of her mouth.
"Obviously, you know how to find me or you wouldn't be here."
Was I the crazy one here or was she?
She stepped closer to the bars but was smart enough not to get close enough to touch them. How had I not noticed before that the door had not been left open?
"Why are you on the other side of the bars?" I asked curiously.
"Why would I be on the inside of them?" She raised a hand and slowly trailed it along the bars, just out of reach. "Do you know what it is exactly that they do? I imagine they give off some sort of electrical charge. Have you touched them before or have you been chained up and out of reach this whole time?"
So many fucking questions.
"You're supposed to be on this side and on your knees. Not running your damn mouth like a schoolgirl. Get over here, girl, and put that mouth to good use. Maybe it will even work this time. Hell, you're pretty enough, I don't even mind the scar. It adds character, makes you seem dangerous and mysterious all at the same time."
Her lower lip wobbled and she started blinking rapidly, as if she was trying to stop more tears from being unleashed. Christ, this girl was so fucking weird.
"Are you gonna cry again? Cuz that's not really going to get me in the mood."
"Stop," she whispered thickly. "Please, just stop it. I don't want you to hate yourself for this conversation later when you find out who I really am."
My lip curled up in disgust and I sneered at her. Yeah, in the end she really was no different from the rest.
"I already know who you are. You're a bitch, just like all the rest. That's about all I need to know about you."
"My name is Ariel Kimber," she said, and I shook my head, not interested. I had just told her I didn't give a fuck about who the hell she was. So she told me her name? This girl was simply too much for me.
A determined look crossed her face before she reached out and stupidly grabbed hold of the bars with both hands. The bars flamed brightly with a light blue light and the girl whimpered. The lock on the door clicked and the light faded quickly, dying out entirely. The door swung open and she finally let go of her hold on the bars. She held up her hands for inspection and stared down at her skin that had turned an ugly shade of black.
"What the..." She muttered. "Do you think this will follow me back to the real world? I don't want everyone to know I've been here and wearing gloves will make me look like a freak."
Jesus. This bitch. What was she going on about gloves now for? Could you say psycho?
"I think you should head back on home now like a good girl and find out. And once you're gone, stay that way. I don't need you coming back and hanging around like an unwanted disease I can't get rid of."
I'd kill for an ice-cold glass of water right now even though I knew I didn't need it. The Council had done something to me when they’d put me down here and chained me up. My bodily functions had ceased. My hair continued to grow but I hadn't lost or gained any weight, and hunger pains had left me entirely. It didn't stop me from craving certain things. Like coffee. It had been so long since I'd spoken, and I definitely hadn't spoken this much since I got here and I felt like I should have needed a glass of water to drink for my throat and cracked lips.
But I didn't have water and I had no need for it. And this bitch just kept right on not listening to me.
