Tangled

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187 Lisa: Fae Blessed

LISA

Eternity is a bitch.

That's the conclusion I've come to after being locked in this room.

Living forever, with nothing ever changing? That's enough to drive anyone crazy. No wonder that asshole vampire is the way he is.

Sometimes, I think I've been awake for days; other times, I think I've been asleep for longer. My meals don't seem to come at any consistent time, and Marisol's temper fluctuates every time I see

her.

Today, she's cold, nearly throwing the tray in my direction.

Cold soup splatters. The strawberries look wilted. Still, no utensils. to make my life easier.

At this point, I'm used to the filth of living here, and even the disgrace of utilizing a waste bucket.

Still, compared to before...

It's pretty good.

That crazy vampire hasn't returned, and I'm never going to complain about his absence.

It's as if Marisol can read my mind, because she suddenly says, sounding childish and petulant, "Master's been searching for a friend for you."

A wilted chunk of strawberry drops from my fingers, gathering dirt

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as it rolls across the stone floor. "A friend?"

drastically as I think

"A unicorn," she sneers.

Unicorn?

the floor with manacles that have my wrists rubbed raw and bleeding, with no clothes, by an insane vampire- I probably

very human side of me

"A real unicorn?"

and a part of me wonders

I miss them.

to think about them too

Like yourself." She points to the

of her breast.

most interesting conversation she's ever offered, and I straighten, my food forgotten in my hunger for information. "Fae-blessed...? What do you mean?" Marisol sighs, before clomping her way over and grabbing my left breast, pulling it up and poking beneath it with one elegantly manicured finger. "There. Fae-blessed. It left its Mark." Yanking away from her, my entire body shudders in rejection at her touch. My skin crawls, though she

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design.

amusement, her green eyes

timid, perhaps even naive, and living in her own world. Today, there's a wicked glint in her eye and a devious curve to her lips. She's harder, harsher, and very much

don't like this Marisol

then that I realize there are no bite marks on her body. No -bruises. Her skin

translucent sheen

a reaction to his absence? To the

her words too coy to be friendly. Her head tilts at an unnatural angle, her eyes not blinking as they hold my stare.

except the birthmark I've always had-an irregularly shaped

rest of me.

of it before. Just an odd quirk of genetics, something that made me unique. My mother used to joke that

the stillness of the room. "You must

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drips with a strange mix of envy and derision

crossing my arms across my chest for the little bit of

the chains rattle. "What blessing? What does my birthmark have to

looks at me, her green eyes cold and flat as glass. "Are you

at the sad little meal congealing on the tray. My stomach twists, though whether from hunger or nerves, I can't say. "No," I snap, "I'm not finished. And you didn't answer my question. What do you mean, blessing? What does this-"I gesture to the underside of my breast, "-have to do with anything?" Marisol's lips thin. She

she just turns away, no longer looking

Like I'm not there.

ignoring me will just make my questions