Chapter 2
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Bast opened my door and stepped inside my room. She didn't turn on the lights, but she closed the door, so my room was very dimly lit. Do to the low light I didn't know how close she was until Bast spoke again, "Carter. I need to ask a favor,"
I was confused, I mean she's a goddess, what could I possibly do for her? I didn't have Horus rattling around in my head anymore and had almost no training, which made me all the more curious as to why she was here. "Um, sure? What is it?"
Even in the dim light, her white canines almost glowed as she smiled. "Just, a little something..." She trailed off.
My heart jumped into my throat, and that feeling I had earlier slammed into me like a ton of granite as I looked into her eyes. They glowed yellow in the darkness and seemed to scan every inch of my being, these and her canines were some of the only things visible in my room. She had a predatory look about her, and I instinctively pressed myself against the head board of my bed, as far away from her as possible. "Bast? Are you okay?"
She grinned wider than before, "Oh me? That's what I wanted to ask,"
She continued to slowly make her way across the room towards me, "Have you ever had a cat?"
It seemed irrelevant but I answered, "Just you, or Muffin anyway."
She nodded to herself, "Well you see, cats have little routines, habits, almost something of a cycle. We need to be entertained, with things at certain times," She looked at me expectantly, "And I was hoping, you would help me out with that."
I was still very confused, "Wait, what? You want to play a game of chess or something?"
She giggled as if what I had just said was completely idiotic, "Well, not exactly,"
At this point she was at the side of my bed, and I felt quite small laying under my blankets. She leaned over me, and, kissed me. Not like a kiss on the cheek, or anything, like a KISS, on the lips. I pushed her away from me. I was confused as ever, and angry, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING! ARE YOU NUTS? I-" I didn't get a chance to say more.
Bast quickly spoke the spell for quiet, "Hah-ri" Suddenly I couldn't find my voice, unable to yell, or protest, I grasped at my throat and mouth, "Now then, my little chew toy. Will you help me with my favor?"
Her grin returned, along with that predatory glint in her eye. I only managed a couple words do to the spell and sheer embarrassment, "B-Bast. Sto-stop." I tried to get up but she shoved me back down, "Tas,"
I knew that spell, bind. Twine flew from her hand and warped into rope midair. It wrapped around my wrists and ankles, tying me to my bed, and effectively rendering me well and truly helpless. Unable to fight back, or yell for help, she crawled into my bed much like a predatory cat would, never taking her eyes off of her prey, and making no sound. I was breathing so fast, I thought my lungs would simply burst if this kept up. I struggled against my bonds, but to no avail. I thought of how if I could speak a spell, any spell, I might be able to get her off me.
Bast looked into my eyes, reading my expression "Oh, poor little Carter, so helpless.."
She straddled my hips, and she giggled. The sound was both threatening and amused. I continued to struggle, not realizing what she was doing until it was too late. Her sharp claws dug into my back, her face however remained hardly a centimeter away from mine. I attempted a scream, but all that passed my lips was a puff of hot air. Her face then moved to my neck her canines bared. I was now, CERTAIN, a game of chess was not what she had in mind. Her sharp teeth punctured my skin with little resistance, causing small trickle of blood to run down my neck. She made a purring sound which vibrated my entire body.
I arched my back, pulling as hard as I could at the ropes binding me to my bed. She held firm and so did my bonds, as she smiled against my neck, and bit down a little harder. Her rough tongue scrapped my wound, adding that sting to the pain. I was almost certain I would be either dead or half eaten by morning when, "Carter?" Amos's voice came from my door.
I so desperately wanted to leap from my bed. Bast leaned up, and wiped the blood from her mouth, "Shame, I must be going," she sounded like what I would imagine a cat sounded like when it was having a cat nip toy taken away from it. I certainly was just as helpless as one.
Amos's voice persisted, "Carter? Are you alright?"
She spoke one last spell, and stalked over to my window, winking at me before disappearing out into the cool Brooklyn night. My body tingled, and I passed out, my room fading to black.
