The girl continued to stare off into her own world, stoking Zane's face with her hand. Her magic held Zane in place, and he was desperately trying to break free of the uncomfortable situation. Jay stared wide eyed as Her hand started glowing pink.
"Hey! What're you doing?" Jay attempted to hide his panic with interest, but she gave him a flat stare.
"Why would I tell you?" She blinked, and rested her glowing hand on Zane's forehead. Zane instantly stopped struggling, and relaxed. She took the magic purple glow off of him, and he stood calmly, his face blank.
"Good evening, my darling." Zane bowed and held out his hand. She smiled mischievously, and accepted his offer.
"Good evening." She giggled, and made a smug smirk at Jay, like she thought she was stealing his girlfriend or something.
Zane paused, carefully looking over Jay.
"Who is this?" He asked.
"Just an- acquaintance of mine. Not a good one I'd add." She frowned. "Lock him up, will you?" She bat her eyes at Zane, who nodded.
"Very well." He walked off, presumably to find chains.
Jay looked, pleading, at the ghost. She obviously felt no remorse about what she was doing.
"So, does he have any talents? And don't lie. I can tell when you're lying." Her eyes seemed to tear into his mind, and he figured he wouldn't risk it.
"He likes cooking. He's also a fantastic sketcher. He tinkers sometimes." Jay listed.
"Good, good." She clapped her hands excitedly. "You don't lie."
Zane then returned, dark purple chains wrapped around his arms. As he walked closer, Jay noticed that his eyes were a dull navy instead of their usual icy blue. The ghost then allowed just enough movement for Zane to safely secure Jay. Once Zane was done, Jay had chains wrapped around his wrists, legs, and she was telling Zane to fetch a cloth to gag him.
"That's a bit extreme, don't you think?" Jay chuckled nervously.
"No." She answered honestly, and Zane swiftly returned once again.
"Please?" Jay whispered as Zane leveled the cloth around his head.
"No chance." Zane whispered back, and finished off the cloth.
"Can you put him in that spare closet while I change?" She cooed as she put a gentle hand on Zane's shoulder.
"Anything for you." Zane kissed her forehead, and Jay thought he would never hear Zane so sappy. He almost wanted to throw up.
She disappeared in a whisp of smoke, and Zane took Jay firmly by the hands and started to lead him down a hallway. Jay struggled to keep up, having to half shuffle, half hop to not be left behind. Jay didn't resist. He was bound and gagged, and Zane would have no issue cracking his head against the floor. He shuddered at the thought. When they reached a shut door, Zane took a key from a hook above the door.
He led Jay inside, and shoved him up against a wall. Jay instantly felt sick, and he felt a bruise on his head from the impact. His best friend was under a love spell, doesn't know who he is, and is locking him in a closet. Just great. Jay shut his eyes, and wanted to start the day over. Where he didn't go into a haunted house.
"Just to be safe." Zane grumbled, and opened his arm panel. He slid the key into an opening, and that was that. He walked out, locking the door behind him. Jay was left in almost complete darkness, saved by a small window near the top of the room. Jay allowed himself a weak cry for help until he had to stop because of his head pains. This sucked.
In the bedroom, the Lovaquis had just finished sprucing up her hair. Her first date with her robot boyfriend had to be perfect. She heard a polite knock at her door, and answered with a sweet "Come in!"
Zane stepped in the door, wearing a snowy white tuxedo and a blue tie. His hair was neat as always, and he had a blue flower pinned in his pocket. She sighed at the sight of how nice he looked in the suit. She was wearing a matching blue dress with her hair pulled up in a braid/bun do. He commented on her appearance, noting the design of her dress.
Wow. He's good. She thought before shaking her thoughts. He allowed her to lead her to the kitchens, passing by the closet where Jay would be spending his evening. She also trashed any thought of her blue-clad prisoner.
"No one will ruin my date with the man of my dreams." She grumbled, and squeezed Zane's hand tighter. The night was young, and there was still so much to do.
