I was half asleep when I heard the voice quietly say look in the bag. At first I thought it was my imagination. I was about to wrapped my arm around Beatrice when the voice said it again, Hey Jude, and look in the bag! This time I stood up bolt right scared, looking around the dark room with my heart pounding a thousand miles. No body has called me by my first name in years and I've never told any of my men and prisoners that my name was Jude (mainly because I would be looked at as some hippie then a leader). For the third time it said, Jude, look in the bag. I know you want to.

I know hearing voices is a bad sigh, obeying voices is even worse but I did it both out of curiosity and the hope it would go away. Slowly I got out of bed not waking Beatrice and picked up the bag. God it was heavy! Carrying this bag to another room took some effort that it made me wonder how she was able to carry this load while dragging that heavy chest up the elevator without losing breath. Gently I put the bag on the table and pulled out one of the objects.

It was one of the 'things' Beatrice was searching for her quest. Looking at it more carefully it was made out of strong ebony steel. The only color on it was a golden number 1 on the front cover meaning there was more. I looked in the bag and I counted 3 including the one in front of me. Now that I know what was in the bag, the question was….what was inside these things? If it wasn't for the voice (I think it was a woman) I would have been sitting there for hours trying to find an opening. Swipe your finger on the spine. The spine? Of course! Thing encasing was in the shape of a book! I traced my finger against the spine and I heard a soft click.

I wonder what's inside, I thought. Before opening I imagined it was something important, something so great that it needed three other volumes or more but when I opened it I was actually taken aback. This book wasn't of any importance like the Bible or Origin of the Species, in fact this book was nothing more then fiction. It was called The Dark Tower: The Gunslinger by Stephen King. Even though it wasn't what I expected I wasn't disappointed either. I did say before that books were now very scarce and to find someone's work like King was of great value yet I was very puzzled. Beatrice had a chest full of books by author's even greater then King so why would this be important?

"There's got to be more then what I'm seeing," I said to myself, picking the book up from it's place. I've never got to read the Dark Tower series but I have read most of the others he's made (It and The Shining scared me the most, watching Kubrick's version was even worse). When I flipped through the pages I did find that something in the middle of the book. It was thin, round, and almost transparent. Holding it up it looked like a glass CD with a blinking red dot, only that dot wasn't blinking until I touched it. "What is that?" I whispered, my finger pressing the flashing red dot. That was a big mistake.

After I touched the light I was blinded by a flash of red light. It didn't blind me but it took me by surprise yet that wasn't the worse part. Right after the flash I began to see things a normal human being couldn't see. I could see the thin white wood in the paper and the dried ink in the letters. Turning away I began to see things in this room I've been in so many times through a different light from fibers in the carpet to the light on the ceiling. Seeing these things was agony that I screamed in pain. My vision was so sharp that I could even see the veins in my eyelids.

"Kesslee, what have you done!" said Beatrice from the doorway in anger. I could see every cell and hair on her body that I was almost sicken by it. I wanted to defend myself but I was silenced by a white hand over my eyes and I was out.

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"How could he be my mate?" I heard a female voice say in shock when I was waking out of darkness. It took me a moment that it was Beatrice and another moment to realize I was tied to a chair. Oh fuck, I'm screwed, I thought. As I was trying to find a lose end I heard Beatrice talking again in the other room. Who was she talking to? "But he's a slave, Mother! A Slave!"

"You know he's more then that, Bebe or he wouldn't have survived a part of Prophet's Hope Project." There was hesitation then a hiss of frustration.

"Why him, though? I mean he claims that I've been stealing water from him. The idiot clearly thinks that something that's been around for millions of years suddenly belongs to him when in fact it belongs to everyone."

"He has his own reasons for saying so," said the voice. "One of these days you'll find out."

"Yeah, right," she said then I heard her footsteps coming into the room. I looked at her standing in the doorway, her hands on her hips and her lips pressed together in anger. I could tell she was not happy with me. "You disobeyed me."

"But-" she held up her hand to silence me. With her arms folded she came to me, she didn't look so angry as she did a second ago. "Since my mother was the one that lured you in I forgive you for not following my orders."

"I thought you were the last of your kind."

"I'm the last of my kind that is living, the person you've been hearing was her spirit. My kind has a way better connection to the other side then your kind can. As I was saying, I forgive you but that does not excuse you from your punishment."

"Punishment?" I said trying to disguise the pleasure in my voice. She comes closer to me, straddling my lap. She kisses me deeply while she unties the straps on my wrists. I felt myself harden with the possibilities of what kind of 'punishments' she'll inflicted on me, none of them involving what she actually gave me. After she got me so hot and bothered she quickly gets off my lap smiling evilly at me. "No sex for a month and that includes masturbation," she said them goes to the other room without another word.

"But….that's not fair. You can't do that!" I said in frustrated need. When I didn't get a response I sat back in the chair to finish myself off only to get burned. Knowing that it was no use I sighed in defeated with a depleted member then I went to bed. It's only a month I thought. How bad can it be?