Sarah arrived the next morning and Dagonet couldn’t be happier to be safe from his thoughts of returning to time and his fate.
“Have your thoughts been turned from fate for good yet?” Sarah asked.
Dagonet shook his head. “No…”
“I wish I could unchain you so you could walk with me outside. What happens when I leave, my darling? Where do your thoughts lead you while I am gone?”
“Fear and… Flesh.” Dagonet explained.
“Flesh?” Sarah queried. She said darkly, “like that witch?”
Dagonet was silent. He didn’t wish to think of that witch, but he always did.
Sarah turned her back to him and he heard her sniffle. “Here I am, the perfect woman in both demeanor and looks, and you still want her over me! What does she have that I don’t?”
Big tits and a personality, Dagonet thought to himself with an inward laugh. Aloud he answered, “nothing. You have no flaws. Thank you for getting rid of my dying eyes.”
“What shall I replace next? Your ears?” Sarah clapped her hands together in anticipation.
“Yes… My ears. You promised—I mean… This will help me escape my destiny, right? Because when I am glass, time will no longer affect me, right?” Dagonet said uncertainly.
“Of course. Just you wait…” She answered provocatively and kissed his human ear. “I have the tools to replace it now, if you so wish.”
“Very well, but…” Dagonet looked upward with his blind eyes, struggling under her suffocating kisses. “Maybe you should unmanacle me now after all.”
She stopped kissing him and made a face. “Why? You told me not to release you until I had entirely made you into glass so you wouldn’t change your mind!”
“I know, but—I just want to be sure! I don’t want to feel like I am chained to this decision!” Dagonet told her honestly.
“That was the point though!” Sarah stood up angrily and had a furious look on her pretty glass face that would terrify a man with sight. “You wanted a certain future! You begged me never to free you until you were made of glass so that you could be certain you’d be safe from your destiny! Are you changing your mind again? Do you wish to live the same life over and over where the only thing that is certain is the pain you will go through? You fail everytime. What’s the point of going back when you know that?”
Dagonet was silent and thoughtful for a moment before saying, “you’re right; I was being foolish. You can take my ears.”
And she chopped them off, dabbed up the blood with her magic cloth, and attached glass ears instead.
Dagonet panicked when he could no longer hear. He struggled against the chain and yelled as loud as he could and was unsure if anyone could hear him. “I can’t hear! Help me!”
He felt Sarah grab his face with her glass hands and felt her lips on his as his heart thumped like crazy.
Eventually, his heartbeat evened and he was forced to let Sarah paw him in the darkness of his rash decision. He reached out with his free hand and tried to push her off him to no avail. Eventually, Sarah stopped pawing him and he assumed she was gone.
He felt violated. He felt like she had abused his trust. She had left him alone in uncertain darkness, and he realized there was a nice symmetry to that as he thought he had done the same thing. He was the only thing standing between humanity and a dark future.
Dagonet could no longer hear or see, but he could feel. Yet another phantom had entered the room that matched the trials he always went through in his destiny.
It was Sarah herself again.
It was normally an easy thing in his trials to refuse lust and paradise, but he was exhausted and had finally given up on everything.
He let Sarah, who tempted him with her beauty and told him what he wanted to hear and touched him where he wanted to be touched take him away to this incredibly clean, ivory white room and begged her to chain him to the bed so he would never go back to his destiny.
“This isn’t what I want…” Dagonet cried bitterly as Sarah kissed him wherever she wanted to and no longer where he wanted her to. “I want Brunhilde. Even if I have to watch her die everytime I fail, I want to be with her as long as possible.”
In his life of uncertainty, Brunhilde was one of the only certain things. Everytime he failed and time leapt forward and he had to try again, she was the only thing that was the same. He would meet her every time he went on stage in every lifetime to make people laugh.
He was always a jester in the past, or a comedian in the present, or just a… Man to make people laugh in the desolate future. And she was always a witch. She may have been in the disguise of an herbalist doing natural medicine—or even the disguise of a doctor--but she always had magic and they always met in the same way.
She gave him the courage to get up on stage in every lifetime. She would say, “you’ll become a legend with such a funny act!”
Dagonet smiled in the darkness of his poor decision. “I shouldn’t have run from you. Any small amount of time I have with you is better than eternity with a glass doll.”
The final terror was coming for him—the one that would always get him in the end no matter how far he got in his trials—death itself!
It grabbed his face with its cold, glass hand and ripped his human skin off.
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Sarah unmancled her glass man and helped him up. “What would you like to do first, my love?”
Dagonet stared blankly forward—barely cognizant of anything that had happened. “B-b-br…”
Sarah glowered. “Would you like to make love first? Or go on a lovely walk?”
Dagonet stared forward blankly and said nothing.
“Ah, I see. You have not come into consciousness yet. Perhaps you need to be reminded you are conscious.” And Sarah kissed him aggressively—trying to wake him up.
Dagonet spluttered, “let’s go on a walk.”
Sarah shackled his hand to hers and they left the white room together. She nearly danced down the stairs in happiness in their perfectly clean, white home, as she threw the front door open and dragged Dagonet out the door with her.
It was a luscious green jungle next to a beach outside. The blue sea was as clear and reflective as glass—the sky was a shining, pristine sapphire, and the sand was as soft as a pillow.
“Come here,” Sarah said giddily to Dagonet, dragging him to the soft sand and lying down on it.
She yanked him down after her and he lay on top of her and made love to her in an utterly passionless way that was just as artificial as she was.
Dagonet stood up after that and he let Sarah drag him around their beautiful island in a barely conscious state.
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