Their Unexpected Love

Chapter 3: Camila

"Get up, b***h!" Master Nicolai yelled, as his staff sliced my back when he hit me with it. I was sound asleep when I heard him come down the stairs to the basement. I woke with a start knowing that I would be punished harshly for my laziness. It looks like Master Nicolai was not in a forgiving mood.

When he lifted his staff to hit me again I quickly scampered off my bed, well not really a bed, more like a dirty twin-size mattress on the floor. 

Ever since I turned five years old, I was sent to live in the basement by myself. The twin mattress, a dirty blanket, and a couple of old, ripped dresses, were all the possessions I owned. 

I was told by Ms. Magee, the coven's cook, that my parents showed up at the Master's front door with newborn-me in their arms. They came begging warlock Nicolai for more powers. In exchange, they gave me to him as payment. I stayed in Ms. Magee's care until I turned five and was sent down here to live out my life till I turned twenty-one. When I wasn't sleeping, I was a slave of the Master and the witches of the coven.

I have been living down in this basement for almost fifteen years now. I loathed it here. The witches of the coven and their offspring were all hateful and cruel to me. 

I remember the night of my fifteenth birthday, Anton, the twenty-year-old son of one of the witches in the coven, brought me a cake. I was very surprised, for I had never celebrated my birthday before. 

"It's your Quinceañera, today, Camila. Your Sweet Fifteen. You are officially a woman. Here, I brought you a cake as a gift. Let us celebrate just you and I, together." Anton said as he walked towards me. His eyes looked my body up and down, in a lustful way. I backed away from him, feeling that something was off about him.

"Do you not want your pastel, Camila. See, it's decorated in yellow icing, your favorite color." Anton stretched the cake plate to me.

I shyly went to grab it and as I was taking it in my hands, he let it slip from his fingers. A mixture of cake and glass from the plate shattered on the basement floor. The front of my dirty dress was covered in yellow icing. 

"Why, I am so sorry Camila. I didn't mean to drop your cake on the floor and cover you in icing. Here, let me help you clean up. That icing is absolutely lickable." Anton said as he grabbed me and threw me on the mattress.

I begged and pleaded for him to get off of me, as he ripped at my dress and pawed at my breast. 

"Por favor, Anton! Don't do this." I begged him as I tried to fight him off. He was just so strong and he quickly had my underwear off. He was kissing my body as I pushed at his chest and scratched at his face.

He slapped me in the face and quickly took his pants and boxers off. He pried open my legs with his rough hands and then placed his body between my thighs, his pene was pushing at the entrance of my v****a. 

All of a sudden the fear and rage I had, consumed me. It lit me up like a freakin light bulb, on the inside. I concentrated and radiated the light to my hands and used the force of my magic to send Anton flying and hitting the opposite wall of the basement, where his body fell in an unconscious pile, on the cement floor.

I was so scared. I had never used magic. I didn't even know I had actual magic in me. 

Yes.

I know I was born a witch and knew I was supposed to be born with magic in me as all witches and warlocks do, but I never had felt it before. 

Hearing all the commotion downstairs, Master Nicolai, Anton's mother, Sefrina, and her two daughters; Celia and Katina, came running down and saw me lying on the mattress, trying to hold the pieces of my dress together to cover my naked body. The females ran over to Anton in the corner. 

I remember I got the worst beating of my life that night, the Master using his staff, beat me till I lost conscience. Anton blamed me for everything when he regained consciousness. He said I had used my magic to seduce him. I couldn't get up and walk for three days afterward. That was my birthday present. 

After I was fully healed from the beating, I tried running away. I was caught by another coven down the street and was sent back to my coven. Ever since that night, I was collared and chained. I wore the collar when I was doing my chores around the house and chained when I was in the basement. The collar kept my magic dormant. The collar was taken off when I was sent to the basement every night.

"I am sorry, Master Nicolai. I overslept." I said to the Master. 

"I can see that, b***h! Get your ass up and go help, Magee in the kitchen. Now!!" he yelled at me as he undid the chains and put the collar on me.

I ran up the stairs as quick as I could.  I hadn't eaten in three days, so I was getting weak. Which is probably why I overslept. I never do that. I know the beating I will get if I ever do. 

The Master only feeds me once a week. He learned to do this over the years, to keep me and my magic weak. Throughout the years I have learned how to use my craft, from watching the other witches of the coven. The Master has watched my magic grow and by withholding food and giving me beatings, he keeps my magic under control.

But my twenty-first birthday is fast approaching. When I turn twenty-one, I will get to move upstairs to one of the private rooms of the witches. I will then become the Master's mistress. Just like the rest of the witches of the coven. 

They all, at one time, were Master Nicolai's slaves until their twenty-first birthday where he took their virginity and got a large portion of their magic. This is how the warlock Master increases his power. Every time he has s*x with one of his witches, he consumes a part of their magic. But none as much as when he takes their virginity.

When witches and warlocks have s*x, they share their magic with each other. Only the Master has created a potion that he drinks before he is with one of his witch-w****s like he calls them so that they do not get any of his magic in the exchange. He only receives theirs. 

With the business, the Master has, he needs magic constantly. He sells strong potions and spells to all the species, who will pay the right price, at the market in the village. The master makes these potions and spells by using the magic of the witches in his coven. 

I already have my plan in place for the night before my twenty-first birthday. I will take my own life, with a potion that I have made myself. I will never allow the Master to take the only possession I have, my magic. It's the only thing I have been able to keep safe from all the coven. He will not take that from me. 

Our blessed Enchanted Goddess has forsaken me to a life of misery. I don't blame her. She has her reasons for why I must suffer like this. Who am I to know more than the mother of our magic. 

No. 

I do not expect anything from her, except a walk to the Fade, when my time comes. Happiness is something I have never had and never will have. 

The Fade will be my happiness. 

I hope. 

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Quinceañera- Sweet fifteen in Latino Cultures.

Pastel-Cake

Por favor- Please

Pene- Penis