I glared at him, refusing to look away. “You think you own me now? That I’ll just—what—fall at your feet because you’re stronger?”
He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “You’re smarter than a fifth grader,” he chuckled.
I clenched my fists under the table. “I’ll never belong to you.”
“You already do, Lor Pussy Fairy. Hurry up and eat, so you can start your twenty-four-hour shift,” he replied.
I swallowed hard, forcing myself not to show fear. “You can take my body, but you’ll never have my loyalty.”
“I don’t need your loyalty. I just want to know if the myths are true about fairy pussy. I probably could’ve picked anyone from Charmden to serve me, but I’ve always had a knack for unique artifacts. I pick with taste,” he responded.
I left the conversation alone, War had a comeback for everything and he also didn’t care about anything but his own desires. Without knowing when the next time he was going to allow me to eat, I reached for a plate of noodles with eggs sitting in front of me. I picked up a noodle, dropping it into my mouth as if I was eating a worm. "Ummmm this is so good. I never had this before," I said aloud.
"That’s yakamein. Not particularly soul food, but it’s decent," War replied.
I grabbed a handful of noodles and stuffed them into my mouth. "Yo, eat right at my table. You aren’t in the forest anymore," he said.
"I will eat like a prisoner. If you want me to eat right, then allow me to wear clothing. Until then, I’ll act according to how you treat me."
"You don’t need clothing, it’ll just get in my way," he replied.
My heart fell to the pit of my stomach, my fingers trembled as I slowly chewed. "I’ll do anything you want me to, just not that."
"I have other plans other than ripping your pussy in half," he responded.
I rolled my eyes at him, reaching for the pitcher of water and guzzled it down. War's eyes landed on the trail of water thatdripped down my breast, and oddly my nipples were erect. I felt shy under his hard gaze, causing me to look away.
"You seem pretty well off and you aren’t bad looking. Why don’t you have a mate?"
"Why do I need a mate when I now have in-house fairy pussy?" he asked. I snarled at him, furious that someone as beautiful as him is so wicked.
I sat quietly as I continued to stuff my face with fried chicken, greens, and whatever else was on the table that I couldn’t identify. War ate silently, he looked to be deep in thought.
"Can I reach out to my sisters to let them know I’m alive?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"You aren’t alive, Eboenia. The purpose is to be dead," he said.
"They’ll be devastated!"
"I don’t give a damn about them! Now eat your fucking food!" he angrily barked.
I was already full and in need of a drink to numb my pain. "Can I at least have a drink so that I can pretend I’m not here?"
"You aren’t bound to the chair," he replied, basically telling me to get it myself.
I got up from the chair. I used my locs to cover my breasts. War's eyes followed me to the bar. If I leave the premises, I would be set ablaze. Funny how death didn’t scare me, but the thought of burning to death upset my stomach, however, it would free me from War’s prison. I grabbed a brown bottle that said Don Julio 1942.
War stood from the table. "I expect you to clean off this table by the time I finish my shower. Also, this room needs dusting," he said.
"You want me to clean too?" I shrieked.
"What else are you worthy for?" he asked.
Fed up with War’s disrespect, I snapped, unable to control it. I charged into War, leaping onto him. I struck him across the head with the bottle. He choke-slammed me through the table, everything on the table spilled onto the floor. The winding gear tattoos on his body began to spin—symbols of stored magical energy ready to be unleashed, reminding me of the extremely overpowering force he wielded, poised to cast a spell on me.
"I was waiting for you to try your hand again, even after I warned you to not fuck with me! I knew you were going to make this a challenge," he said.
"Get your hands off of me!" I screamed as I scratched his face and wildly kicked. War snatched me off the floor and then pulled me out of the dining room by the collar around my neck.
