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And she watched them. Just watched. Never speaking, never moving. Just watching. She watched as they explored her home. She watched as they stared gawked at a feast that was prepared by, seemingly, no one. She watched as they ate and laughed. She watched as they left for bed. She watched. And watched. And watched.
The following morning William woke from the most fulfilling sleep he had experienced in a long while. He pulled himself from the goose down covers and found he was completely nude. Shocked, and slightly embarrassed, he ripped the comforter from the bed and wrapped it around himself. Only after doing so, he spotted his clothing sitting on a chair washed, pressed, and folded. He popped his head into the adjoining washroom. The bath was already drawn, and, when he placed his finger in the water, he audibly gasped when he felt that it was the perfect temperature. 'How could this be so? How could I have not heard the draw the water? How did I not notice them strip me of my clothing?'
Sparing no extra time, he slipped into the water, and began scrubbing away the dirt and grim. After a full hour, he withdrew from the tub. He grabbed his clothes and headed back to the dinning room he and his father had found the night before. What he heard was not what he was expecting.
"After all I had given you! Food! Clothing! You still try and take more!" a sharp female voice shouted.
"I—I-I'm sorry! Had could I have known? It was sitting right here on the table! I will put it back where I had found it!"
'Father?' he questioned himself. He had never heard his father speak this way. There was so much fear in him, he could hear it in his voice. He pressed himself closer to the door. Hoping to hear more clearly.
"It matters not! You will pay for your deed! Ten-thousand years of servitude! Trapped here, like me!"
"I beg your pardon madame! It was for my daughter! I could not bear return to her without some token!"
"That is enough! Find your son and wish him farewell. For, after that you will see him no longer."
That was the final straw! William charged into the room. "Now wait just one moment! Who are you to condemn my father for thinking of his only daughter? If you do not wish for your possessions to be taken, then maybe you shouldn't leave them lying about!" He searched the room for the women, but saw no one. "Show yourself! Or are you too much of a coward? I will not hit a women, I give you my word!"
"I do not fear you hand! On the contrary, you should be the one fearing me." The voice came from everywhere, everything. Try as he might, he could not find its source.
"Then let us make a trade! My life for my father's! He is old and frail and of no use to you!"
"Son, no!" His father grabbed at his sleeve. "This is my doing, I will pay the consequences!"
"I will not have you die here because of some brat's temper! Do we have a deal?"
Silence
"Madame?"
A pause and then, "Agreed!"
The winds blew and encircled the two men. Before he knew what had happened William found himself alone in the large room. "Father? Father!" He searched franticly for the older man, but he was no where to be found. "What have you done with him?"
"Worry not. He is home with you sister."
"Show yourself! If I am to be trapped here with a monster like you I would like to know what she looks like."
A sinister cackle rang around him. "A monster you say? You have no idea how right you are. Try not to scream." And then, Guiliaine slithered into the light.
You know what to do.