Note: This Chapter contains graphic violence and gore. Reader discretion is advised.
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Freak. Abomination. The epitome of anomaly.
Maxi was still grappling with the weight of those words when Anya forced her into a chair and secured her hands with iron chains, leaving no room for escape. It was clear that Anya wasn’t taking any chances with her .
"Perfect," Anya remarked, stepping back to admire her handiwork. "I think we can have a little chat like this."
Muffled sounds emanated from behind Maxi, indicating Oma’s presence. Anya observed Isaac’s mother with a bored expression before addressing her.
"Don’t worry, Oma," Anya reassured her with a dismissive wave. "You’ll be free to go once I’m finished here. No hard feelings, but you need to witness the true nature of the monster you’ve accepted into your son’s life."
Oma’s muffled screams grew louder, and Maxi knew she must be unleashing a barrage of curses in defiance. Despite her own dire situation, Maxi felt a surge of pride in Oma’s fighting spirit, though her attempts to smile were thwarted by her paralyzed face.
Anya’s annoyance became palpable as she charged toward Oma with malicious intent, causing Maxi’s heart to race with dread. Maxi’s gaze bore into Soma with a deadly intensity, silently warning her against Anya laying a hand on Oma. Soma, sensing the gravity of the situation, quickly rushed to Anya’s side and seized her arm.
"She’s not worth it. And the effects of the poison won’t last forever. Let’s get this over with already." Her words carried a sense of urgency, urging Anya to refocus on their shared goal.
Anya heeded Soma’s words and gave Oma a warning glance. "Make a sound, and your dear daughter-in-law will suffer the consequences," she threatened.
Oma remained silent, and she couldn’t help but chuckle at her compliance. Anya, once revered and respected Oma, but now, she reveled in her newfound power, consumed by resentment toward Issac’s mother. With a sense of twisted satisfaction, Anya relished the opportunity to toy with both Oma and Maxi, feeling as though she stood atop the world.
Returning to Maxi with a sickeningly sweet smile, Anya continued, "Now, where were we? Ah, yes..." She tapped her finger against her lips in mock contemplation. "I was just about to unveil the delightful plans I have in store for you."
As if time were of no consequence, Anya casually selected another seat and positioned herself across from Maxi, resting her chin on the wooden edge as she gazed at Maxi with a sense of contentment
"Now, where should I begin?" Anya mused, her voice dripping with smugness."When I discovered your true identity, my initial instinct was to report you to the King’s guard. After all, how could a dark Fae, even one with the ability to shift into a horse, be allowed to roam freely? However, I realized I couldn’t act hastily. If you’ve managed to evade suspicion for all these years, it suggests you’re a formidable adversary. Besides, I couldn’t ignore the possibility of you posing a threat to Issac’s safety. What if, backed into a corner, you decided to harm him as a last resort?"
Anya threw her head back and erupted into laughter, tears streaming down her cheeks even as she continued to speak. "So, you can imagine my astonishment when I went to warn Oma about your true nature, only to discover that she had been aware of it all along and chose to keep it a secret." She turned her gaze toward Oma, who remained rigid, meeting Anya’s stare with unwavering resolve.
"Do you even comprehend the consequences of harboring a dark Fae? It’s death," Anya’s voice dripped with venom as she fixed Maxi with a piercing stare. "Oma was willing to risk everything—her life, her family—for your sake. And yet, I am condemned for merely indulging in my desires with Issac," she sneered, a bitter edge to her laughter. "Is that not the epitome of hypocrisy?"
Suddenly, Anya’s demeanor shifted, her rage bubbling to the surface like a volcano about to erupt. With a violent motion, she rose from her seat, sending the chair crashing to the ground in a fit of fury. Anya loomed over Maxi, her eyes ablaze with anger, her breaths coming in ragged gasps.
"Oma had the audacity to reject me!" Anya spat out the words, her voice laced with fury. "She chose Issac over me, the one who has stood by their side for years. Issac belongs to me. I knew from the moment I laid eyes on him as a child that he was destined to be mine! And yet..." The tension in the air crackled like lightning, a dark storm brewing on the horizon. "She dared to deny me my rightful destiny and give it to whom? A dark Fae?"
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