Mystic Mary

Pilot

Who knew the darkness could be this unpleasant, there was a time I deeply enjoyed its warm embrace and it’s false ability to make a person invisible. The absence of one sense making all other senses work themselves to their maximum limit just to make sense of the environment, the space they had been thrown into. It was intriguing to have everything disappear and have a peaceful void. But the feeling I felt was far from peaceful. The darkness was soothe, thick as I could not see a thing even my body parts in this dark tomb I was dragged into by my abductors. Cowards!! They should not have blind folded me if they had any balls in them. Balls I will surely rip out as soon as I escape this hell hole and hang on the stake just like the rest that have defiled me.

My once subtle skin is covered with scars not just from the fight at the war front but from my mannerless abductors dragging me on the rough ground as I struggled to free myself. They fail to realize I am still a queen, one of the greatest witches to ever grace the land of Arandia and they treat me like a common peasant normie. They lock me away for days in this dungeon with the smell of carcass as my only companion as not even flies can survive in this place. The once powerful queen now cringes when I feel something touch my skin, I have been reduced to nothing more than a scared white cat.

My hands are bounded firmly with tight chains, fortified with magic. My abductors are clever, even through it itches my throat as I say it but it was true. The chains are fortified with magic, old magic, so strong that even I can’t break free. But at the same time the chains are loosely bounded not to make a single scratch on my skin as they are well aware of what my blood is capable off. The Salazar’s blood runs deeply through my veins, they are definitely aware of the havoc it could cause.

I would do anything just to get a drop of my blood on the ground as I could use it to break any dark spell cast upon this chains while having their head for breakfast.

Days have passed since I have been locked in this hell hole and I get weaker by the minute, my skin misses the sun and my nostrils crave the fresh air it has been denied. I finally hear a loud sound at the door, there was someone or something there. I didn’t have the strength to shout or cry out for saving either did I want to wound my ego by doing so. I was a Salazer, I wasn’t one to beg.

I passed out as soon as the door was flung open and I saw light for the first time in days, I would blame the shock that took away my consciousness on the intense light as it made my pupils dilate too rapidly. I was carried out of the dungeon covered in dust and scratches but still in chains. My eyes are too weak to open but I could recognize this scent anytime “Ryan”.

How many years had it been? I couldn’t possibly be him, he should hate me by now. But the vanilla scent as opposed to the masculine scents that were worn by men was what I could perceive. The strong rock like biceps was what what I could feel. I could also feel a long wavy hair that touched my face which clearly originated from the scalp as the texture made me certain. Ryan didn’t grow out his hair this long I said to myself.

I hoped my nostrils were confused and I didn’t want my eyes confirming my suspicions that Ryan was my savior and hero rescuing me from my abductors. So I did the only logical thing to do, I kept my eyes closed as he carried me out of the tomb up until we got to a place where he washed my body off the dust it gathered, i feigned unconsciousness. I tried not to make a facial expression as he touched my nude body with warm water and lavender scented soap which I was sure his mother had made she was good in making house hold products, too good for a fellow witch. Her talents were definitely wasting, my father and I have so much we could do with her powers.

I drifted into sleep as soon as he kept me warm in a soft bed though the chains still pierced my wrists. To a certain extent I didn’t blame him for leaving my chains on. I remembered what I had done he was right to fear me. I too did fear me on some level only a fool wouldn’t .

“You can’t fool me Mary” Ryan said sitting and spreading himself on the couch in front of the bed which Mary laid. It was certainly him, only the hair made him harder to recognize.

“I know you have been awake this whole time” he added with a smirk on his face which made this expression hard to read, he was always like that,leaving you guessing and wondering.

“What gave me away?” I asked barely opening my eyes, adjusting myself to seeing him alive and well.

“The way your body twitched as I cleaned your p***y, that was too hard to miss” he said.

She remembered how hard it was keeping still as he washed her like the good old days. They would spend hours in the bathroom washing each other over again till they were satisfied enough to sleep.

“Is the chains really necessary?” I asked

“The chains stay on and it’s not up for debate” he said in a stern voice, enough to make Mary shiver.

I watched him stand for a minute and walk out the door . It was obvious he had a thousand thoughts and questions to ask me. He left the room turning off the light after him, he knows me so well. I hated all things lights, wasn’t that enough to show him signs of who I was or who I could become?

It looked like all the love he had for me had eluded him. He used to love me with his last breathe but now he leave me in chains. That is understandable, I did try to kill him multiple times and wipe out his entire linage so on some level I understand his pain or do I?