CHAPTER DXCXXXI

(HER PRISON)

“ME?”

Beatrice giggles, thinking about her current state and the prison that she is locked away from the rest. Into the deeper subconsciousness of JK, yet, unlike how Winona had done it, how HE wanted it to be, she isn’t asleep, but in chain. More to that than she ever wanted. It is better to be chained than to be asleep at the same time.

“Do they really think that they can suppress me in this little petty way that they have done?”

Her ego is blowing. Still thinking highly of herself with that fact that she is almost just like HIM. The being that is pure in anyway and everything that is possible and impossible to anyone’s comprehension. The darkness and the real definition of Yin.

“Tsk!” she smirks. “A pure darkness will never be put down that easily.”

Her pride raises, and without any seconds to spare and left to waste. She draws a small pentagram, the only thing that she can do while she is trap inside of JK. The pentagram of foresee and ow