I sat on the wooden chair outside my front door, trying to keep my eyes focused. I lowered myself down. My elbows met my legs just above my knees. I cocked my head to my right and tried so hard to be mysterious, to be strong…
"Hey," I said with a giggle, I was clearly drunk but still I wanted it to seem like I didn't care. Almost as if he meant nothing whether I was sober or not. He smiled back at me. He was so lovely in his black suit, with his cologne, I was already falling. Our strength might have been equal but I knew that if he knew how I felt right now then he'd own me. I didn't want that… I mean, I did, but not right now. Not quite yet.
"Little girl," he spoke in my ear and I fucking melted like a candle, I swear. "You're the Wicked Witch's great, great, granddaughter... Aren't you?" I wondered who had told him and why he even cared. I wondered why I had let myself get stuck in this realm. I wondered so many things and I struggled with my own decisions. I nodded my head. "Good. I'd hate to be mistaken." He said that and I knew I could never lie to him. Goddamnit. He had already changed me. He already owned me but I needed him to not know that, I needed to keep a secret from my face, from my entire body.
I half smiled, "If you think that my magic doesn't come without a price then you're fucking mistaken." I said and I felt like a predator out for blood. "A little witch after my own heart" he says as he raises his eyebrows almost regretfully, almost. He shakes his head slowly and laughs, "You think I'm after magic. You're not as sharp as I thought. I'M THE BLOODY KING OF HELL... I thought you scored high on those SATs of yours."