"Atem you jackass." She said just loud enough for only him to hear
"What did you say slave? How dare you, I might as well have punished you just like I did with yout 'perfect' little Akefia"
"You heard me, plus if I am really your 'slave' than why haven't you hit me, or beat me, for my impudence?" her voice was full of confidence and sarcasm.
No response.
So she continued, "That's because you know it's true, and I'm not saying Akefia isn't a, ass either, no quite the contrary, I just think all the hell he's putting you through is well deserved."
"Shut up…" it came out as a hoarse whisper holding no power over the one he was talking to.
A bone chilling laugh rose from Calla's throat, it hurt his ears as her maniacal Laughter bordered on the line of insanity. He knew it as just a show but he shuddered as she continued to assault his ears with the eerie tune.
"No I don't think I will, your father and you both need to suffer for what you did to Akefia. You have no idea what you have done to him, mentally and physically. Knowing him personally , if he wasn't set on revenge then he would have killed himself long ago….
The pharoah's breath hitched when he heard her accusations, unable to speak, as if caught in a trap by looking into those piercing green eyes.
He regained his composure by simply responding, "I can't argue with you Lilly." Oh he knew he had touched a nerve however he had yet to find out why she hated that nickname.
"Don't call me that, or I will kill you before Akefia gets the chance to" She said malice behind her words and her eyes, now narrowed into dangerous slits.
"Why Lilly? It's such a pretty name, much better than yours now" , he had done it, sent her over the edge.
"I swear to Ra that you will never live to see his light again!"
She was definitely pissed off, and she began to morph and change slowly, until a giant wolf was standing before the pharaoh.
The she wolf uttered a single word as she leapt for his throat, jaws agape, "DIE!"
Just as her jaws were about to make contact with the soft flesh of his neck, killing the thrice damned pharaoh… Calla Jones, a seventeen year old woke up in the early morning howling like a wolf, however these cries soon turned into the sobs of a human being. This dream had been plaguing her for far to long. It had to stop.
She needed it to stop.
As her body was shaking with tears she slowly controlled her breathing enough to mumble to herself, "I am going to kill you pharaoh, or die trying."
The End?