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"It's incest."
"We are not related."
"You might as well be."
He paces the floor, his eyes burning a dark green, fists clenched. He looks how he did the first day I met him. First day I willingly imprisoned myself. From one to another.
"Yes we grew up together, yes he was the only one I had during all those years of experiments, yes, of course, we are close. That doesn't make us siblings. What it makes us is impossible to be separate."
He stops pacing and snaps attention to me. He is unraveling, slowly but surely. He is losing control over the one being who he could relate to. Me. He isn't me. He doesn't have two to choose from. I'm sorry. I truly am. I feel your pain profoundly. But I will always choose-
"No." He shatters the silence with one word. Interrupting my stream of consciousness. I knew one day he'd regret taking us both. "You belong here, you belong with something that understands you-your power."
"I don't belong to you," my voice is strong. He helped create this. The Scarlet Witch. The women in red and black. The one every man wants to sleep with. My ultimate play. One he played right into. Now he's lost control. I won't let him deconstruct me. He has to face his work.
He cackles. My challenge amuses him. Like a small child holding a plastic sword and a stern gaze. He patronizes me. I have turned from a woman to something to be patted on the head and sent away with a lolli. His hands grasp the ends of the bed, so that he can lean closer to me, menacingly. He doesn't scare me.
"I saved you. If it weren't for me, you'd still be locked away; an animal, an experiment."
"I still am," I sneer back leaning my body closer to his, our faces inches apart. I do not look away. I fix my eyes onto his. Face me, bitch. "A prison is not having the freedom to leave."
His face softens ever-so-slightly, as if hurt by me enlightening him about the truth.
"What? You think I didn't know that you would stop me if we tried to leave here? I know I can't." He leans his head down.
"You're wrong," he says quietly. I'm surprised.
"What?" My heart lifts.
"Not we," his voice taunts. His eyes come up to me slowly. This time black. He leans closer in, lips touching my ear. They're cold. Bifrost cold. I shiver like ice is growing down my spine, into my bloodstream, invading me. "He can leave whenever he wishes…" He pulls back from me quickly, before I can even form a response, and heads to my door. He turns to smile at me. That smile. I am transfixed. Disgusted. Mesmerized. Like I was before. Before, I signed myself over. Before I became this. Before he was my warden. My master. My-
"Sleep well."
And just like that, I'm left alone again. He doesn't scare me. Not even now. He doesn't scare me. Not like he used to.