A Weasel with a Lion's Heart

Wisty

I wake up to the intense feeling of pain. I feel like I've been hit over the head by a baseball bat whilst having all my limbs ripped off and roughly sewn back on again. The last thing I remember is Whit and me surfing insanely high…over a town I think…oh yeah, and me yelling that I would hand over my power to The One. That's right, where was Whit anyway? And hadn't Byron said something about if I hand myself over, then Whit would be okay? That weasel better be telling the truth because I haven't even opened my eyes yet and my body feels all tense and cold like I am seriously in a dangerous situation right now.

Now, some newbies at the prisoner gig might have started looking around or even screaming for help by now, but I'd gotten used to this and the general rule is, as soon as your captors know you're awake, the real torture begins. Instead I'm gonna at least try to get my mind straight before I move a muscle.

From the way my body feels cold, the tingly sensation through my arms and the scratchy feel around my wrists and ankles I'd say I'm tied to some sort of vertical standing metal table. Great. And knowing The One, the ropes will be anti-magic, so I won't be able to burn through them if I light up.

"I can tell that you're awake Wisteria"

Shivers break out over my skin as I hear his voice. The One Who is The One is, from what I can tell, less than ten feet away from me. But I don't get it? My face is limply bowed, he couldn't be able to see any change even if I had opened my eyes.

"I can tell because I can feel the change in your energy. Now look at me when I'm talking to you", ordered The One a little more forcefully.

I opened my eyes. I was silently horrified to find I was in a white nighty, I dread to think which of his staff changed my clothes. My mind jumps back to something Byron said "The One plans to unite himself with you", my skin crawled at the thought of The One doing it himself. But I did as asked and looked him deep in the eye, with all the hatred I could muster; I wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of seeing how scared I was – for me and my brother.

"There you go, isn't that much better?"

"I think I prefer having the crick in my neck and the sight of your boring tiled floor more than the view I've got now." I retorted

The One ignored the obvious insult and carried on as if he was some sort of estate agent selling the place to me, "Oh I wouldn't say that. Look at the beautiful order in this room."

"I think some graffiti art all over the walls would spruce it up a bit, personally."

Ignored again, he carried on. "And from up here I can survey my great Overworld and watch it grow to its absolute maximum potential."

I couldn't really fault it there as I looked through the wall of glass in this office like room. Being this high up made me feel a little like a kid standing over an ant's nest.

Our little discussion was interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Yes?" The One asked in a bored tone.

"The One Who Delivers The Food" answered a muffled voice.

"Enter"

The door to my right opened letting in a small man with greasily combed back hair wearing something close to a waiter's uniform, followed by a trolley filled with trays upon trays of chocolates.

"Delivery for you, your Eminence. The chocolates are ready for consumption."

"Ah, perfect timing. Leave them here with me"

"Very well, your Eminence" The little man finished before bowing lowly and leaving.

The One pushed the trolley to the right of the table I was tied to so I couldn't escape the smell. I had already had to swallow three mouthfuls of saliva since the little greasy-haired man had entered the room and passed by me the first time.

I get it, this was my torture. These addictive little chocolates that were so close but so far were going to be my downfall.

"Would you like one, Wisteria? From what I could tell in The Room Where You Eat The Chocolate, you seemed very fond of these little pieces of food."

"Wha-?"

"The word is 'pardon' if you didn't here me, Wisteria. And I asked if you wanted to eat one of these chocolates."

You've gotta me kidding me
"I'd love to but I'm a little bit tied up with something at the moment", I say waving my hands.

"Ah yes, well unfortunately I'm afraid you would run away if I untied you. You have a nasty habit of doing that"

"Yeah, I'm working on it" I say in mock apology.

The One then proceeds to pick up a piece of the chocolate and rest it on my lips.

What on earth? He wants to feed me now? The situation reminds me sickeningly of someone feeding their lover strawberries as one rests their head on the other's lap. EW!

I send him a look of utter disgust, while my lips remain tightly closed. Unfortunately for me, I know that at any moment he can clamp my nose shut so I'll open my mouth in order for me to breathe. But no, he opts for the more humiliating option.

As the chocolate gently melts on my lips, it's edging its way into every crack in my lips. The smell alone is making me dizzy. Every inch of me is screaming to just extend my tongue a few millimetres toward the sweet ecstasy. After all, what harm can just one of these chocolates do? It took almost a whole plate of them to get sick last time.

As soon as my tongue touches the liquid chocolate probing through my lips, I feel like I'm in heaven. Who knew things could taste this good? I swear the chocolate tastes even better than when I had had it last time. Something was different about it. A different recipe perhaps? Something definitely had a zing to it. I had another. What was it that was different? And another. I still couldn't place the euphoric taste.

I slowed for a moment. I was so dizzy now. Who knew a simple piece of chocolate could bring on this kind of pleasure. I felt fuzzy, I needed my next piece of chocolate. Where was it already? I had already finished licking those fingers clean. Whose were they again? My eyes shifted; focusing for a second but then going fuzzy again. Was that a trolley? A trolley of chocolates? MY chocolates? It better not be; it was half empty!

My attention was forced to shift again. The chocolate was forcefully pushed into my mouth. How mean, my chocolate was hidden in amongst obstacles and crevices in this new wet, hot thing invading my mouth. My tongue lapped hungrily at each tiny chocolate covered part of what was within reach. I whimpered as the chocolate giver moved away from my lips and up to my ear

"Tell me what you want, my little Wistful" a voice said huskily, licking my earlobe as it did so.

I couldn't think, my mind was drawing a blank. All I knew is that I wanted more chocolate and some fantastic being was giving me an endless supply of them. I think I might just be in heaven. "Mmmmmmmmmm….Moooorre" was all I could manage. The voice chuckled darkly "Goooood" as it resumed it's sucking on my earlobe. For whatever reason, my heart was racing, and my breathing was shallow. Too much chocolate? I hope not. And since when did chocolate make me feel hot between my legs. Well whatever the reason, it felt uncomfortable, like a tension that had to be relieved.

Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrriiipp

Was that my nighty? Whatever, "Hmmmmmmm" the fingers thrust another chocolate in my mouth. Suddenly something slid between my legs, toward my centre. Fingers? "Ahhh! Ohh…Ahhh…" But there was something wrong with this situation; something just felt… 'off'. Though with my brain all fizzy, I could barely tell up from down, "Ahh…Ah…Ah…Ahh…Ah-!"

Knock! Knock! Knock!

Was that the door? I didn't worry about it for long, as another fantastic chocolate was placed on my tongue.

"Your Eminence!"

"Who dares speak to me before I speak!" the voice threatens, flinging the door open, ready to unleash its wrath.

"Your Eminence, I mean no disrespect. It's just you asked to be updated if it was an emergency! It's the Allgood's, sir! They're escaping!"
I feel like I should know who that is…Allgood…who?

"WHAT!" The voice that has abandoned her yells.

"Yes, sir!"

"HOW!" The voice bellows again.

"Whitford Allgood, sir. He must've found a way past our security, because he's escaping with his parents now, sir!" A squeaky man explains urgently. The voice almost roars its fury, and slams the door shut. Oh. Did the chocolate giver leave? But…But my chocolate. I'm still- I need my chocolate! My body had already started trembling, I needed to break free of these restraints but I just felt so weak… it felt like something was sucking the life right out of me…one more chocolate would give me the strength, surely…

Creeeeeaaaaaaaakk. Click.

"Oh my God"