This chapter contains the thoughts of Eunan's darkest wishes. He wishes and craves death. Please read with caution.
Every movement and thought I have is being watched.
I don't have a moment to myself.
The head witches just sit and watch, saying nothing. They do not move. They do not have a thought that is their own.
I want to wrap my hands around their throats, watching as they struggle to breathe. I want to watch the light fade from their eyes. I want to feel their bodies grow cold under my hands. I want to fight back.
I do not want to be here.
I want them dead.
I want to be dead. I want to bleed out. I want to leave. I want to feel the life slowly drain out of my body. I want to feel still.
I don't care. Someone needs to die.
I do not want to marry a witch who I cannot love. I do not want to spend the rest of my feeble, mortal life with one of those witches. I want them to know what it's like.
What it's like to be human. To be vulnerable.
To fear death. To watch as your life is stolen away and you can do nothing as your hands are tied and the choices are made for you. Your voice is useless because no one will come for you.
I am not going to be saved from this god-forsaken place. I am going to spend the rest of my life here - no matter how long that life is.
(The ink is red. It matches the stains of a darker red on the bottom of the page. Right where this description is, in fact. We write over what Eunan experienced, covering his pain with words that could not come close to describing what he felt.)
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