Harry's world abruptly goes from dark to light. His head is spinning and his body ached he felt he has gone through a few rounds in a boxing ring. The white lighter groans and raises his hands.
But he couldn't move his hands.
The fog cleared in Harry's mind and he looks down. His hands are restrained. Tied to a chair. The white lighter started to panic and pulls hoping for the rope to break.
"Don't bother."
Harry looks and sees Patrick opposite him. The Irish witch was also tied to a chair but he didn't freak out like the white lighter instead he looked pissed.
"You got what you want." Patrick's eyes go around the small room. "Felicity. She's here."
The mission to save Felicity returned to Harry's mind. The thought of it calmed him down. Yes he is captured and he hates to think what's going to happen next but Felicity is nearby so if he can get out of this he can rescue her.
I'll drag Patrick out of the building if I have to. He thought.
The door swings open and a man walks in. Harry remembered him. He is the guy who jumped him back in the forest.
"Look who is awake." The man purred.
Harry forced a smile.
"Yeah afternoon nap over. Is it dinner yet?"
Patrick closes his eyes and shakes his head. The man grins and licks his lips.
"I believe so. With you as the meal."
Harry paled at the thought. He then remembered that these witches are cannibals and have gained a weird obsession on seeing their enemies as food. He remembered the Irish witch saying it's a game they play.
In this type of Hell Harry knew being used to feed on is impossible because they can't die here. Harry shuddered at the thought he didn't want to imagine what goes through their minds.
The man sits himself down on Harry's lap and roams his eyes over the white lighter's body.
"You are gorgeous." He purred. "I might ask Rosie if I can keep you. I rarely get male company."
Harry let out a yelp when the man took hold of his private part.
"Listen um..."
"May, you can call me May."
"Uh May you um...you are invading my personal space." Harry laughed nervously.
May's eyes snap up. He studies the white lighter. He then laughs.
"I do like nervous ones they excite me. They have an energy about them that I just can't resist." Harry held his breath when May's lips are inches away from his. He then stops and pulls himself away. "Rosie first then kisses and cuddles afterwards." May climbs himself off and skips to the door. "Be right back honey."
He goes through the door and closes it behind him.
Harry sat with a stunned expression. He then sighs.
"Well I certainly didn't expect that."
Patrick snorted.
"Wait until you met Rosemary...Rosie. She's just as sick."
"Is she their leader?"
"She rules the whole damm place." He laughed bitterly.
"You didn't think I had the right to know." Patrick lowers his head. Harry leans forward. "What haven't you been telling me?"
Patrick looks up again.
"I'm hunted."
"Hunted?"
"The first time I was killed I said a witch got me by surprise, I lied. They killed me because I fought back. They were going to take me to Rosemary and..." He sighs. "I was the only male witch here."
"May?"
"May looks like one but on the inside he is a girl."
"I suppose he did come across as quite feminine."
"So I was what they would say the only macho male witch. The witch hunter only got female witches. The population of male witches is low so I guess the witch hunter couldn't find any. When the witches heard about me, they wanted to find me. To them I was like an alien from a different planet or a rare artefact. Rosemary was so determined to have me. I knew I was a ladies man but this was too much. So I fought back and the witch I think she was called Ella killed me. Luckily when I came back I got away since then they been hunting me. Now you're here well they got two for the price of one. They have two men to play with."
"That's why you didn't want to come. Yet you let me go?"
"Even if I did tell you, you would still want to rescue the girl right?"
The He-witch had a point. Harry wouldn't give up even if he had a bounty on his head.
"Wait." Harry frowned. "Play with?
"Pleasure." Patrick smiles. "It's their way of showing dominance. We have to submit. Also it's a way to kill time. Sex can kill a lot of time. Sex is rare here due to the lack of men."
"May has already expressed interest." Harry sighs. "Wonderful."
"Felicity is probably getting the slice and dice." Patrick gritted his teeth. "So really your rescue plan made everything ten times worst."
"No. I still believe we can get out of it." Harry said with confidence.
"Then find a way out." Patrick replied sarcastically. "Back to the land of the living."
"Here we go again. This attitude!"
"I was doing well until you popped up."
"You let me tag along with you."
"Which I now regret. Now I'm stuck here and about to be used as a bloody sex toy and..."
"And I have an announcement." May skips in with two witches behind him. He gives Harry a seductive look. "She wants to see you." He looks at Patrick. "And you sugar.' He smiles . "Now. Dorothy, Audrey chop chop."
The two female witches untie the white lighter and the Irish witch and pull them up from the chairs. They drag them through into what looked like an abandoned hall. The ceiling is collapsed revealing the very little light they have.
Both men are forced down on their knees. Harry looks up. His eyes widen as he faces the massive group of witches. All the woman stared at him. Harry gulps and looks at Patrick. He gets what the Irish witch meant now by being the only man.
On top of the steps stood an elderly woman. Her hair is long and white, her skin is wrinkled and pale and outlines of bones are shown through her very thin skin. Despite her fragile appearance Harry can see just by looking in her eyes that she looked tougher than she looked.
The old woman smiles revealing her rotten, yellow teeth.
"Patrick."
She sounded friendly and pleased to see him. She walks down the steps and goes up to the Irish witch. Her hand goes on Patrick's cheek. Patrick cringed at her touch. She strokes his cheek and smiles warmly at him.
Then her face darkens and she slaps the witch across the face. The slap sent the witch on the ground. Patrick groans and his cheek is pink due to the force from the slap.
"You little rat." The friendliness is gone and is replaced with something far more sinister. "Thinking you can run from me." Patrick let out a cry when she presses her foot down on his hand. "Look at you pathetic." She removes her foot and pulls him up. "Be lucky that you're needed. Got some girls here that have waited to have a piece of you."
She tosses Patrick on the ground and goes up to the white lighter.
"Hello dearie." She places her hands on Harry's face. Her eyes are wide and fascinated. "May is right you are quite a sight. What's your name?" Harry bit his lip. She digs her nails into his skin. "I said what is your name?"
"Harry." The white lighter sighed.
"Harry I'm Rosemary."
She smiles.
"We got so much to talk about."
