2.49 On My Own

My blood ran cold, and something started to vibrate deep in my chest. It was my magic, now boxed up and contained. I didn’t feel it coursing through my body like it normally would have been, but it was still triggered deep inside of me where it was contained, affected by Mr. Smith right in front of me.

This man, monster, whatever the fuck he was, was with Cameron now. I didn’t feel triggered by dark magic at all when Cameron was putting his disgusting hands all over me. The only thing Cameron triggered was my disgust and homicidal side. That meant Cameron was choosing to work with him. Willingly.

Why?

“My, you are even lovelier than I could have imagined,” Mr. Smith hooked his snake-like cane under my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

I scoffed loudly, tearing my chin away from the cold, hard metal. “You’re a hell of a lot uglier off-screen.” I spat on his shiny, expensive-looking shoes.

He looked more amused than offended. Staring down at the flem smeared on the shiny black leather