The manacle dug ever deeper into Dagonet’s wrist as he waited for Sarah to return. By the slight change in light, he could tell that the sun was setting. His legs were getting tired, so he shifted into a different sitting position—stretching his legs out rather than crossing them.
His stomach was beginning to growl at him and he began to worry myself silly that Sarah was not coming at all. It just seemed to Dagonet that she was late!
The door thankfully clicked open and he heard Sarah pad over to him. “Sorry I’m late, Dagonet—I know how worried you get.”
He felt her place a plate of food on his lap and he said to her, “thank you, Sarah. You know I depend on you for everything at the moment.”
“I know you do.” She replied. “Don’t worry, you’ll be safe and well taken care of so long as you stay here.”
“I’m glad I’m staying here forever, then. Life was so unpredictable outside.” Dagonet said with a contented smile.
“I’m glad you like it here, Dagonet. But your eyes have to go soon in order for this paradise to be complete. I will give you the clearest set of glass eyes so things will no longer be unclear to you.” Sarah said cheerfully.
“Will it hurt? I’m tired of things hurting…” Dagonet wondered worriedly.
“No Dagonet. But you still need to give me the word to do it.” Sarah put her glass lips to his flesh ones. They were cold to the touch, but he desired them greatly. He wished he could see them clearly and he wish he could see her lovely face clearly.
“Very well, you may replace my eyes.” Dagonet finally decided when a smile.
Sarah sighed happily. “Good. I’ll bring the tools to make it happen tomorrow then. And slowly, one-by-one, we can do the same to the rest of your body so that we can have eternity together.”
“I can’t wait,” Dagonet said excitedly.
He heard Sarah climb to her feet as she made to leave, but he protested, “the manacle is a little tight… Can you loosen it a little?”
“But you asked to be tied up like that…” Sarah replied.
“I know… I just don’t want it to hurt.” Dagonet answered.
Sarah did as he asked and graced him with one more long kiss before leaving.
Dagonet looked toward the window where a change in light was happening; day was turning to night.
Dagonet did not like the night. He found it too hard to see with his decaying eyes. He took a deep breath and shifted into a different sitting position.
You have a destiny to fulfill.
Dagonet sweated profusely as the voice of the lovely witch echoed in his mind.
You cannot hide in that room and cower! You know you were destined to become a legend.
Dagonet nervously pulled his knees up to his chest and wiggled the chain that was tied to the bed post.
I must run away so these phantoms can no longer haunt me.
After a moment, the voices stopped and Dagonet was able to relax. “I will not go back to you, witch. I have my lovely porcelain doll, food and water, and that is all a human needs. I have chained myself to paradise and I cannot be turned from it.”
He heard the door click again and he gasped in fear.
Will you choose that witch every time? The shadows of his mind asked him as he heard whatever had entered the room creak closer and closer. The whole room seemed to rumble as it did.
Through his foggy eyesight, it looked like a large creature and smelled like Sulphur but was otherwise a menacing and silent blur.
It moved slowly—the house shaking with every step. It moaned and growled as it trudged closer and closer.
The creature stopped right in front of him and he saw, through his dying eyes, its claws dripping with blood. It whispered to him, “do you fear the flames?”
Dagonet was set to screaming in fear until the creature was gone and he realized he was imagining things.
I am safe here. I need no longer fear these demons who would chase me to the ends of the earth.
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