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“I’ve never loved someone as I do you. Never dreamt of a future with a woman in the equation. I always wished for fucking death, but then you come along and make me want to live. You’re a fucking savior and yet our damn archnemesis for being so damn perfect.”
“Neo,” I gasped and whimpered as I braced for the overwhelming tsunami of pleasure that was about to crash through us.
“I fucking love you, Willow, and I swear that love is going to leave a whole lot of people dead.” I knew that was the ultimate truth as he sealed it with one final thrust that sent us spiraling into ecstasy.
By the end of the shuddering madness of pleasure rocking through my body, we sat on the floor - Neo’s hands pressed against the tile surface while his back shielded me from the stream of pellets from the showerhead.
I could barely open my eyes, but the sight of Neo staring down at me like I was his whole damn world was one I surely wouldn’t forget.
“First step,” he whispered. “Stop those pills.”
I wasn’t sure if that was a good idea, but he read my expression and further leaned in to whisper, “To be a Forbidden, you embrace the madness. You caress it like it’s your child. A baby that you have to cherish and protect from anyone who wishes to taint it,” he emphasized. “Those meds are simply damage control, and you know what I think?”
I stared into his gleaming eyes as they bled to red and those black spinning circles of magic replaced his irises.
“They’re stopping your true potential. Preventing you from realizing how fucking powerful you really are, Willow. There’s something inside you. Something dark and sinister that’s being blocked. It has to come out, to be freed and acknowledged for the world to bow down to your feet, and we, the Forbidden are going to open those sealed gates.”
“What if…” I trailed off, my voice quiet and vulnerable.
What if I go insane? Or hurt those I love and cherish? What if I lose complete control and ruin my persona? Ruin my image I present to the world…
“You won’t,” he assured me and pressed his hand to my cheek before kissing me comfortingly. “They’ve drilled into your mind that without these pills, you’re nothing. That you’ll become a psycho without the dependence of these pills and do what exactly? Balance your hormones to one side during the day so you can be William and the other side during night so you can be Willow? Why? Why can’t you do whatever the fuck you want? Why can’t you be Willow in one minute and William the fucking next? Who came to the decision that you needed to rely on these pills, Willow? Tell me.”
Now that I was forced to think about it, I couldn’t answer properly. I’d simply assumed this regimen had been a part of most of my life, but now that I thought about it, all of this med taking didn’t start until…
“After my suicide attempt…” I whispered the forsaken words while I scrunched my face in uncertainty. “The time…when Onyx was gone. I had to take the meds during recovery and…I guess it just kept going?” Why the hell did it keep going? Why did I keep taking these meds?
“Who told you to?” he questioned like I was being interrogated.
“Aurelia?”
“Lie,” he whispered.
“Roberto?”
“Lie.”
I wasn’t fucking sure, and it was becoming damn apparent that I really didn’t know who created this wellness plan.
“Why has my Sweetness been having nightmares? Why are you laid upon a metal table and electrocuted again and again like a fucking animal? Who fucking restrained you within those shadows, Willow? Who is that cynical bitch?!”
He was so angry, and it was frightening to me, but his questions triggered glimpses of scenes my mind was desperate to make me forget - the haunting moments in my recent nightmares that would fade the moment I tried to think about it.
Something happened after that incident.
During those two years of recovery, I’d gone through something and it was so traumatizing, I’d pushed it so far out of my mind that no matter how deep I dove through my subconscious, I couldn’t find it.
Bria could feel my uncertainty, and she howled in my head because she was angry. We’d been thrown into a cycle of control that we hadn’t even realized, and though I never wanted to truly accept what side was good or bad in my world, it was becoming evident that one powerful organization was secretly trying everything it could to stop me from ascending to the chair that may have been mine all along.
“Who, Sweetness?” His voice was so tender as he stroked my cheek to wipe the tear I hadn’t realized was overflowing down my flushed face. “Who’s our true enemy?”
I didn’t know the name, and the face was still hidden in the shadows, but my instincts never led me astray, and this moment would be no different.
“The Vile Queen,” I whispered my admission, knowing well that I’d finally said the truth.
“And who’s our true enemy?” He needed me to say it so I’d accept what was about to happen from this moment onward.
That nothing would be the same again.
“The Coven, Neo.” There it was, the ultimate truth. “The Coven is our enemy.”
This is the beginning of a revolution of change.
