Chapter 30

Rhea POV
Damien takes me out of the office and walks me across the grassy field to the small stone cottage where he houses the mysterious witch. I have heard Soul whisper about her and casually mention her in conversation to me. If Soul was scared of her and what she could tell me then why would he mention her to me so casually so many different times. I feel like something is off here.
Damien is dragging me across the grassy field. “Come on, Rhea. It is important that she see you,” Damien says.
I can see the long white hair and a silhouette of a figure through the window as we approach the cottage. She looks sinister and almost grinning as Damien walks up to the cottage with me. I can feel it in my gut that he is not telling me the truth.
I stop dead in my tracks as we are almost at the cottage. I need to think. Damien is irate that I am stopping. “Come on, Rhea,” he demands.
“Give me a second. I need to think. I am scared. Please just let me think for a moment,” I say to Damien. He squints his eyes and looks at me strangely. Yep that is right Damien I do not believe you. Something is very very off you strange man.
“What is it, Rhea?” Damien questions me.
“It is just that I have been working with Soul for a while now and I never saw any of that paperwork before and now all of the sudden you are trying to tell me that he is this evil man. If he was so evil then why did you have me working with him in the first place?” I ask.
Damien is getting more irate by the second. “Listen to me, Rhea, I never allowed you to run off to his house and fuck him. You did that on your own. I asked you to write up his fucking contracts. You are the one that decided to be a whore!” Damien screams at me.
“Oh, I see. And just how the fuck do you know that I am fucking him?” I ask.
“I can smell him all over you. You smell like a slut that just got fucked!” Damien screams at me.
“Who the fuck are you? How dare you talk to me that way! You know I thought you were someone else. Obviously I am a poor judge of character. I really, fuck, never mind, Damien,” I say to him.
I turn to walk away from the cottage and Damien grabs me by the arm.”You will go see her. It is not a request,” Damien says.
“No, I will not. And you cannot make me, Damien,” I yell at him.
I start to walk back to the house. That is it. I am going home. I am not staying here with him anymore. I am don’t with him and Soul. Fuck this entire mess. How did I manage to get myself caught up in all of this bull shit to begin with is beyond me.
Damien grabs my arm as I walk away. “It is not a request, Rhea, my dear. You are coming with me,” Damien says.
Damien drags me to the cottage. The witch opens the door to let us into her small cottage. Damien drags me into the door and sets me down in a chair at the small table in the witch’s kitchen. The tiny woman with the long white hair comes over to me. She touches my face with her long wrinkled cold finger. Her nails are long and sharp. When she touches my face it pricks the skin.
“Ouch!” I yell as I feel my face begin to bleed.
“I will handle everything, Damien,” the old hag says to Damien. She does not even acknowledge me in the room. She treats me like a foreign object needing in the room.
“I need her compliant and fast. Soul has his claws in her,” Damien says.
“How compliant do you want her to be, Damien?” the old hag asks.
“Let me out of here!” I scream at both of them. They ignore me. I get up from the chair and try to run out of the cottage. The door is bolted and I cannot seem to unlock it. Damien and the old hag continue their conversation ignoring me as I try to escape.
I try the windows, but they are locked. I throw an object at the window. It bounces off and strikes me in the face. I pull at the door knob, but nothing. I cannot escape. I scream at the top of my lungs. I pound on the door. I finally fall to my knees in defeat. I am trapped.
The old hag goes to work mixes and chanting. This bitch is going to put some sort of spell on me to make me compliant to Damien. Soul was right. Damien is the evil one. Soul try to warn me, but I was too busy not listening. I have really fucked up this time. There is no way out and I am about to be hexed or something.
The old hag continues her potion as Damien watches. He occasionally looks over at me. I am curled up in the floor next to the door. I wish someone would open this fucking door. I could run out of here and never come back. Tears run down my face, I try to wipe them away but they are coming so fast. I am so stupid. There are so many things I want to do with my life and being Damien’s slave is not one of them.
“Bring her to me, Damien,” the old had says to Damien.
Damien nods and starts to walk over to me. I curl up in a tiny ball. I try to hide within myself. When Damien picks me up, I start fighting him. I kick and spit at him. I scream and throw my arms in every direction. I try everything to keep him from taking a hold of me. I try grabbing things off the wall to hit him with anywhere on his body. Nothing fazes him. He picks me and carries me to the witch.
“Subdue her Damien. If she hits me I will kill her no questions. I don’t care who she is or why you want her,” the old hag says.
Damien releases his fangs and begins to feed on my neck. He pulls the life right out of me until I almost pass out. I feel as if I am dying. I can feel the old hag pouring something over me. She is chanting something. The liquid feel icky and gross. Damien holds me through the entire ordeal. I hate him and this old hag. I will kill them both the first chance I get. I need Soul to help me. Where the fuck is Soul when I need him?
“Lay her on the floor, Damien,” the old hag says.
I feel her drawing around me and more icky gross liquid pouring over me and around me. Damien lights candles all around me. What the fuck are these crazy mother fuckers doing to me? I try to move but my body is not working. I feel as if I am paralyzed.
“Please, let me go. I will be good, Damien,” I whisper.
The old hag stands over me and marks my forehead. “Oh yes my dear, you will be good. You will be obedient and very good, sweetie,” the old hag says to me staring into my eyes as if to see ha ha I beat you bitch.
I try to lift my legs to kick her but nothing. I try to spit at her but nothing. Nothing is working. I can no longer speak or move. I am at their mercy. I will not be his obedient little slave no matter what he does to me. He cannot make me be his slave. I will tell Soul everything that happened here today and he will make you pay for this, Damien.
The old hag claps her hands and all the candles go out. The room goes dark. I hear screams and begin to see things. Am I seeing things? What is going on in this room? I feel something warm no hot touching me. I begins to move up my body. It is touching every part of me. It feels like a tongue or tongues. It is moist and hot and it is licking me everywhere.
I try to cry but the thing licks my teas away from my face. It feels like it is trying to enter my body. It begins to whisper to me. It is calling my name. I try not to listen but it is talking to me and telling me that I love Damien. I don’t love him, he is evil. Stop let me go.
“She is fighting it, but it won’t be long now. It has here in its claws,” the old hag says.
“Good, I need her compliant now,” Damien says.
“She will be, right about now,” the old hag says.
I open my eyes and see Damien and an old woman staring at me. “Why am I on the floor?” I ask.
“You fell when we came into the cottage,” Damien says.
“I need to lie down, Damien,” I say to him.
Damien takes me into his arms and carries me out of the small cottage. I did not even get to talk to the witch. Maybe tomorrow.