Hey guys. Sorry it didn't update yesterday. I truly intended to and I even wrote most of this yesterday. But then I had a little emotional breakdown and so went and played Sims instead.
Disclaimer: I still don't own them. Never have and sadly never will.
This chapter goes to my big sister and my best friend (the red head from last chapter, no, not the evil one, the other one.)
The woman who had just entered didn't look much older than Reid. But he knew she was at least old enough to be his mother. She'd been in the house that afternoon. She'd said she was married to a lawyer. Yet the men bowed deferentially, eyes lowered and expressions reverential. Gazing up at her through half an eye and a haze of pain Reid could almost see why, the woman was absolutely beautiful. There was no other word in the English language to describe her. Delicate features, porcelain skin and lashes any teenage girl would kill for combined into a face that didn't seem quite human. Until you saw the eyes. Then you became certain. They were completely alien and shone with a fierce internal fire which had long ago burnt away any pity or chance of remorse.
The former Mrs Simms walked right up to Reid and looked him over. Reid was suddenly aware of just how filthy he was and how degraded he must look, lying here like some kind of animal.
"We gonna purify the stinkin' witch now yer ladyship?" One of the muscle bound morons asked in a voice as thick as his neck.
"Not yet Roderick." Her voice was icy as she eyed the unfortunate henchman.
"What is the point of removing one weed when the roots will just spring more into the world. Must I do everything for you buffoons.." The woman crouched beside Reid's head, careful of his clothes as if they were the finest silks. Reaching out with one delicate hand he gripped Reid's chin, delicately tapered fingers pressing painfully into bruised skin.
"Who is your coven witch?" She asked, fierce green eyes burning into Reid's mind. Reid pressed his lips together tightly and shook his head as much as the womans painfully firm grip allowed. The eyes, which now occupied Reid's whole world, narrowed.
"Fine." With this pronouncement the woman broke her gaze and grip from Reid and, standing, flounced to the door. Where she turned and smiled back at her prisoner.
"I'm going to leave you with my assistants now." She said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Let them know if you remember anything that I might want to know."
Reid groaned as yet another kick connected with his ribs.
Dawn found Tyler sitting soaked under a dripping tree. A buzz from his pocket alerted him to the fact that not only was his phone operational, a miracle considering the night long marinade in icy water, but someone was trying to contact him.
It was Caleb. He only spoke two words.
"Putnam Barn."
Well, there you have it. Review and tell me what you thought.