I open my eyes slowly, grateful for the fact there are no bright, shining lights. I lift my head up gently, unaware of my current location. I take a second to think about how I got here. Then I remembered. I gasped as I tried to raise my arms to get out of this dark room. But I couldn’t move. I look at my arms. Great. I'm tied to the bed. My wrists are shackled to the bed posts with some abnormal restraints. Every time I move, they get tighter and yet, they’re never tight to the point where it causes me pain. 

I swear. How the fuck am I supposed to get out of here! They didn’t tell us about any special magical fucking restraints. Just before I decided the only way out was to somehow cut through these shackles, the door to the right of me opened ; I turned my head to see who it was. Worst case scenario, I’ll have to use the cyanide pill, wedged at the back corner of my mouth. 

‘ You’re full of surprises, little human. I didn’t expect you to wake up this quickly.’

Of Course it’s him. I remember now. He’s the one I was running away from. He’s the one that was chasing me.

‘Take these off me you vile supernatural bug.’

I glare at him as hard as I can and as a response, he laughs and my mouth opens up in shock. This guy is insane. Completely insane. ‘Are you fucking laughing right now!?’ 

He laughs even harder and I grunt frustrated.

‘You’ve got quite a temper. You’re much more entertaining than I imagined.’

‘ I’m not a toy you can play with you spoiled little piece of shit.’ 

He looks at me, shocked.

‘Little! We look about the same age don’t you think? No need to be rude.’ 

He pats my head and I frown, moving my head the opposite direction to escape his huge palm. Since when do these things pat heads? He sits down on a red chair next to the bed I’m sprawled on and intertwines his hands together as he lays them both on the leg he’s folded over the other one. He looks like a true prince in this position. I roll my eyes. And he leans in closer. 

‘If you promise me you’ll be a good girl, I’ll uncuff you, and we’ll talk.’ 

I gulp and clench my hands. I hate having to accept the fact that I need his help to get out of this situation. I also know some things about how these creatures work. They wrap you into their little games and their little schemes until you’re indebted to them for the rest of your life and they’ll never let you escape. Never let you be free. But I have no choice.

I just have to play his game. Just once. And then I’ll do it my way. I’ll play him like he’s trying to play me. And I’ll win.

‘Fine. I’ll do whatever you say. Just get these things off me.’

He looked me in my eyes. For what felt like forever. Probably trying to see if what I’m saying is the truth. I stood my ground. I’m not weak and I’m not pathetic and even though he can probably break me in half with a snap of his fingers, I will not be afraid of him. I will not show him any weakness.

He smiles at me and leans back in his chair. He lifts his right hand up, the one decorated with two rings, One on his thumb and one on his pinky. He points it at my restraints. They snapped in half like thin fragile branches on a tree and I threw them off my hands and legs. I stood up on the bed and rubbed my wrists. Making sure I don’t take my eyes off him. Let's find out why he’s keeping me alive.

‘You want to talk? Then talk.’