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Chapter 1
Alisha woke with a fright. Staring back at her was her own reflection, her features barely distinguishable by the candlelight of the torchlit chamber.
She studied her features carefully and familiarity seeped into her brain, assuring her between laboured breaths. Her pale face, her eyes, tired-looking, and not merely because it was night. She had sported a pair drooping eyelids since but she was a 'wee girl, born in that shabby Doncaster stint those sixteen years ago.
A slither of drool had appeared from between her marginally parted lips. Those, too, drooping, especially on one side. Alisha allowed her tongue to roll from her mouth, removing the excess saliva. She swallowed, and a soft moan left her mouth before her laboured breathing resumed, now more nasally-sounding than guttural.
She studied her hair. Long, brunette, mousy, oversized. Hanging around her narrow features. Like a full moon peeping through a moth-ridden curtain.
An amount of time passed before she was certain, through those ever drooping eyelids, she had missed no detail. She was herself again. She was Alisha McEwwen. It had been a dream, a terrible one.
She had dreamed she was the dark sorceress, Cady Ann.
Alisha allowed her bare feet to touch the wooden floorboard. She heaved herself from the mattress, checking the strap on her nasty sports bra. She walked to the single pair of candles, between which a shrine was built.
It was a joyless existence here, in her dungeon. She'd been sent here for trashing Professor Benny's room. Alisha had long learned her lesson. She had sought guidance from Abigail, the very person who stared back at her now.
Abigail's picture was within a golden frame, supported by a plateau that sat upon a pillar.
Alisha dropped to her knees and repented her sins. She bowed low several times, worshipping her idol. "Oh, Hammie [her pet name for Abi]. Have mercy on my tainted soul."
Eventually, she rose to her feet. She took a goblet from atop a table and drained it.
"My Lord, Abigail. Please heed my wishes." She muttered, still through lop-sided lips. She could not wish for beauty, the damage was too great, even for her idol's hands. But she had one great yearning still.
"My Lord Abigail, please grant me my underaged pregnancy."