Chapter 2
The sun winked through the ratty, thread bare curtains and shone over a woman-child. Her chocolate brown hair glistened with red highlights and when she rolled over her creamy skin glimmered unnaturally. She was awake, but feigned slumber if only for the sake of the game. She was the queen after all, and out of anybody she played the game the best.
"You can come out now Watcher, there's no need to hide." She smirked. He always did entertain her with his misguided notions; if anything it was pathetic. She quite liked this body, so pretty and soft, not to mention the marvelous toys that came with it. This one, for example, was quite a puzzle; always pleading with her in his special way to release her body. If she refused he would scribble something in a black notebook and try again another day.
"Will you release her?" he asked softly, and if she didn't know any better, respectfully.
"Will you release me?"
"No."
"Then no, dear one, I will not." She said lovingly. From through the walls she heard the release of a breath, almost certainly from the hopeful blonde.