Save what has been lost . . .
I glanced at the cold chains around my ankles, the old woman bent down and began tightening them; it rubbed against the bone, but it didn't hurt that much. I bent my head down, knowing that I was in a lot of hot water after of what I had done. I didn't know that Gothel was just two steps behind me, but I wasn't concerned about mother catching up to me; it was the punishment that was coming to me that frightened me the most.
"Now, before we do anything, I think I need a refresher." She stood up as she took a strand of my hair.
"You really think I am gonna continue to do this?" I grunt through my teeth.
"Oh you just me, dear." Gothel pauses, grinning, "If you don't there will be consequences."
"Not like I already have consequences anyway . . ." I mumble softly to myself.
"Or perhaps, an incentive would change your mind."
"What kind of incentive?"
"I will ease up on your punishment this time." Her grin spread acrossed her face.
"How's that an incentive?!" I hiss.
"Fine." She pauses again, her grin turning into a frown, "Your punishment will be doing this whenever I please."
I sigh, I hated doing this. Even knowing that all my life she has been just lusting after my power. She was just a manipulator, not a mother. But I let her do it.
"Fine fine." I slowly began singing.
Mother Gothel began combing my glowing hair; it was gentle and soft this time. Maybe she was right about that incentive. But, how can I trust her? No, I can't think about losing myself to her. Right now, I have to focus on staying strong for his sake. I eventually closed my eyes, when my glowing hair began fading, I knew that mother looked younger again . . . I waited patiently for her to be done. But, Eugene . . .
"I want to see you . . ."