With a force unknown to man, I yank the sink from the wall, and it crashes to the floor with a fatal blow. It shatters at my feet as water immediately begins to pool around my ankles, rising quickly in the small space I’ve imprisoned myself in. Hidden away from my crew so they won’t see the truth. I slam open the door at my right and stalk across the hall. John suddenly appears in the corridor and hurries to see what happened, calling for a few of my crew to hustle and help piece back together what I broke.

But nothing can fix the damned.

Nothing can mend the condemned.

I learned over the years that Wendy’s calling on my soul was nothing but a doomed fate. A careless enchantment that I couldn’t help but follow to my inescapable downfall.

With one swift kick, the door to my main quarters flies open. I don’t need to search for her. Like a punishment, I already feel where she is as my eyes dart to the left and watch, scanning her partly naked frame as she tries to cover up her modesty. Modesty. A smile pulls at my lips just as more memories surface and a defiance flares in her eyes. I take three large strides across the room, pulling her tight against my frame and feel nothing but sheer delight when she doesn’t put up a struggle.

“A new day calls, Darling,” I seethe, gesturing to the window and the sun that’s slowly started rising. “Time has never been on our side, so let’s agree not to waste it, shall we?”

She studies me for a moment, annoyance growing, bitterness brewing just under her stormy eyes before she begins to wrestle, trying to break free with all her might. The blouse she was holding in her hands falls to the floor in the process. I can’t help but look down at her tits as they bounce back and forth, causing my mouth to water and instinct to take over. I push her up against the nearest wall. Her palms press harshly into my chest as she tries to force me away. The laugh that breaks free from my lungs a moment later only spurs her on as she starts to kick, grunting with all her strength to escape my hold. The inevitable.

Because that’s what we’ve always been.

Inevitable.

“Who gave you these clothes,” I hear myself hiss as I pull away slightly and yank her skirt quickly down to her knees.