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Chapter 2
"Behave yourselves children!" the pale man sneered, his glittering cane swinging softly by his side, a constant reminder that he expected both Ebony and the blonde-haired boy to behave.
He turned to Ebony and smiled; a cold glint in his eye as he inspected her; from head to foot, wearing a far-too-revealing-when-an-adult-is-looking-at-you bikini. Licking his lips he continued to gaze over the girl.
Ebony shuddered and turned away, feeling as if some sort of spell had been holding her in place only to be suddenly broken.
The blonde boy next to the pale man turned and whispered something that only his father could hear and he removed his eyes from her body for a few moments. What ever was said was obviously to his father's liking, because the man once again fixed his eyes upon Ebony again and his lips curved into a sickening smirk.
"You will pay close attention to anything my son says or does, do you understand me?" he asked her; his cane held up in front of him, directly within Ebony's eye-line.
She suddenly felt as if the emerald eyes of the snake on the cane were boring into her very soul and telling her what to do. Suddenly, she clearly saw the snake on the top of the cane wink at her. Surprised, she looked closer, and it did it again! All at once, a voice came into her head – a cold, calculating voice with a slight lisp.
"Not to worry child. My master – OUR master – wishes for me to ensnare you – convert you to his will…but don't fret– I know better than him; I know what you REALLY are, so I won't– not this time anyway…" the snake on the cane hissed quietly to itself. Then it began to laugh; a high-pitched snigger.
Then, just as suddenly as the feeling had come, it stopped, and Ebony found her head clear.
Now able to judge how strange these encounters really were, she rapidly turned upon the pale man, outraged and came up close to his face, her near charcoal black eyes (the reason for her name) burning with fury; penetrating powerfully directly into his.
"How DARE you?" she demanded quietly, fists clenched at her sides and nails digging into her palms as she struggled to control her almost overwhelming urge to hit him. "You try to command me! Try to make me do things as if I were your servant or slave! You don't OWN me! Don't even think of trying such things again! You need to learn manners!"
"It would seem to me that I am not the only one who needs a lesson in courtesy," whispered the pale man dangerously. "You may also want to consider taking some anger management courses – it is really most unbecoming when a female shouts." He hissed and shot her an infamous sneer, before turning sharply on his heel. He didn't move, but spoke again with his back to her. "Oh, and I strongly suggest that you reconsider your position when speaking to me," he paused momentarily and twisted his head and torso around; cane gripped proudly by his pale face; feet still in place, and smirked evilly, his eyes positively glistening in triumph. "Because I DO own you now!" And with that, he spun back around and marched off, his son close at hand, a simpering expression on his face.
Shameful...Okay, hands up, who saw it coming? Yeah, I know... Me too...sigh I was far too predictable wasn't I? Ah well, gosh, reading back on this while posting it ain't half odd...
