Author's Note~ this is very little dialog. Mostly, it contains what Morgan is going through with the psycho Justine!

I took nothing she offered. The tea she made for me could be spelled, the muffin also. She asked me how Hunter could love someone as ungrateful as me. I spit in her face then boldly received a slap across my right cheek. My family probably woke to find me missing; Das Boot would be sitting in the driveway. I knew they would call the police and send a search. Never would they suspect the region Justine had taken me to. How she got by highway patrol I did not know.

Kithic would wonder where I went. Their eyes would wonder in search of me but never would their eyes fall upon me. Hunter. my only hope, seemed to have an idea of where the vixen had taken me. As dark approached Justine smirked saying, "The Seeker's moving in on us. It's only a matter of hours."

My hopes jumped out of my body. I watched her set up something in a private room. In and out she went. At one time I thought I saw chains in her hands but I dismissed it. I couldn't tell reality from hallucinations. Thirst and hunger pricked at me desperately. All my magick was useless at this point. Justine had complete control of me. That fact frightened me. I hated restrictions. I hated losing the advantage of my powers.

Hours passed with me in a daze listening to Justine whistle and hum. Every noise she made irritated me, made me want to scratch her huge brown eyes right out of her head. Without warning she started to drag me into the room that she had continually entered and exited. My body chilled. I felt overwhelmed by all of the dark charms she had place in the private room. Bookshelves filled with vibrant books lined the walls. A library.

I could see the shackles that she had drilled into a bare wall. Just staring at them drove fear into me. Violently, Justine dropped me to the floor. The wood against my chest brought pain. She untied my arms and I saw opportunity. Her plan was to place my wrists in those cold metal shackles and to let me hang there helplessly. In a brief second my fist met her nose. The unmistakable crack was followed by a cry of pain.

My feet took off. I had to get out of that room. Away from the evil and my hanging fate. There I was a few running steps away from the door. It slammed, hard in my face. I did not show pain. Turning to face Justine I distinctively saw the blood flowing out of her flared nostrils. I'm trapped, I whimpered to myself. No chance of escape. I dug deep inside myself trying to rummage some type of magick. Nothing to grasp, every power I had locked and held by Justine's stubborn mind.

Crazily she laughed, "You are stuck! You might as well just give up because I'm going to hang you there eventually."

For once I wished I had listened to Hunter. I should have learned how to physically defend myself. The darkness of the room weakened me more and more. Before I could pull myself back together, a blue bolt flew at me. It hit me in my chest. Instantly, I fell to the floor in my own agony. My breathing took more focus. Justine's arms pulled me up. Black blurred my vision. Darkness mangled my mind.

Right wrist first then the left. The metal dug deep into my wrists. My feet hanged an inch above the wooded floor. I dangled against the wall like an animal on a meet market. Hunter! My mind screamed. Pain, so much pain. It took forever for my vision to come back. When it did I brought my eyes to my wrists. Blood dripped down the metal and trickled down my bare arms.

Justine sat in front of me in an oak chair. She watched me with pleasure. Every whimper that left my mouth brought a smile across her face. Whenever a drop of blood fell to the floor she would giggle in delight. Eventually. I passed out from the pain, the loss of blood, and my hunger. The last thing I did was prey to the Goddess that I would live through this.



Fun huh? Morgan's just hanging around while Hunter's driving like the devil to get to her. The next one I think, will be from his point of view.