Chapter 3 3

"Pain is inevitable, misery is a choice"

~Daniel Caesar

He's barely catching his breathe as he's visibly exhausted mentally,drained in sweat and causing his jet black hair stick to his forehead,one would think he just ran like a timid prey when infact he is a natural predator,he must have struggled a lot judging from the bleeding on the binds and I almost pity him.

"You had no right!!!!"

"I don't need one" I stated frankly

"You're sick"he spits out "what are you?"

"You told me I was a witch,I don't know if I made quite an impression"

"You shouldn't have done that"

"Wow,look at you telling me what I should and shouldn't do in my own territory "

He smiles"You call this your territory? You and I know that those people out there don't give two shits whatever happens to you."

I know and have come to terms with it,he can't hurt me with that.."if you're trying to hurt me I need you to try harder "

He looks me dead in the eye, quite threatening

"Kill me" he says

"Already? There's no fun in that, you haven't even answered any of my questions correctly" I lean back on the chair and cross my legs

"And I wouldn't" now the binds are barely restraining him

"Good, I don't want you to either, I've got all night and I'd rather sit here and explore your subconsciousness and past than just kill you " I simply added

"Pray that the moon save you,cause whatever gets me out of here wouldn't be able to save you...."his voice darkens

"......as I tear you from limb to limb and bathe my claws with your blood, I've always wondered how bat's blood tasted anyway " he smiles mischievously and I notice rather late that he has somehow freed himself

He doesn't hesitate as he rushes towards me and slams me backward alongside my chair I'm caught off guard and he uses that to his advantage, lifting a broken piece of the chair on my head,he slams my face on the floor till he's satisfied and then he lifts me in a standing position, I'm able to breathe now though orally and not without tasting my blood

"bell.."

I couldn't get the full word out as he slams his fist to my face,the sound of my nose crunching was disturbingly loud

"You had your chance,not again" and with that I'm flying across the room and slamming hard into one of Lysander's shelves causing my head to spin

Or is it the room?

I try to focus on using telekinesis to get one of the pieces of broken furniture into the fucker's rib but I'm weak and it merely grazes his chest

He plucks it out and chuckles

"Is this the best you've got,you disappoint me yunno" he crouches to my level and satanically smiles as whatever he finds on my face seems satisfying "...for a witch you're dumb,I don't know much about bats unless...ah they're blind and.." I cut him off

"For a were you're slow "

He sees the smile on my face which I'm sure is the last thing he sees before the shelf across comes down hard on him

I don't waste time as I crawl towards the door but he must have broken my legs or something cause I don't make it before he's dragging me by the hair towards the middle of the room

"You got me twice"he says still pulling me by my hair till he lifts me up the floor again until I'm eye level with him, I'm breathless and I do what comes to my mind first

I spit on him and smile "thrice"

A terrifying mix of anger and surprise forms on his face "You're going to wish you used your third chance wisely ....." He wipes his face "...there wouldn't be another "and with that he slashes my throat with his claw and drops me.

In horror and instinct for survival I gurgle my blood as red pools and soak my hands while I try to apply pressure but the wound is too big to stem the flow,my vision weakens but I can still see him.

Smiling down sardonically at me, loving and enjoying every bit of my pain,I try hemokinesis with my blood magic but I can't seem to get the word out,

Where's Lysand when you need him,I can't go like this, it's shameful and worse

Pathetic!!!!

Hate and satisfaction is what I'd describe the expression on his face right now,he hates me and I get it,I mean I'd hate me too

I make a fable attempt to keep my eyes open but to no avail,the last thing I see is blood, my blood.

My life draining out of me.