Not Like The Stories

Kesi sat up in her chair straightening her posture. Her gaze swept over David, eyeing him up and down.

His eyes were what drew Kesi’s attention most. There was a light behind them, tinting the whites of them purple and gold. It was unnatural; the energy shifted constantly, swirling and swaying like oil in water.

It was unnerving, but Kesi knew exactly what it meant. Here gaze drifted over the rest of David. He wore a simple stark white robe, trimmed conservatively with a deep purple. It was as she suspected.

David took another sip from his coffee. Steam wafted off of it. He simply sat there, making eye contact with her. She forced herself to meet him as she spoke.

“You’re a shadow priest.”

Another gentle sip from his piping hot mug of brew. He nodded approvingly.

“S’not that hard to figure out these days, but I applaud your attention to detail,” he said somewhat condescendingly. A wry grin found its way onto his face as he finished his statement.

Kesi could feel her blood boiling at the sight. She shifted in her seat, pressing against her restraints; if only. Kesi had always hated people who thought they were smug, like they held all the cards. To be fair though, he kind’ve did at the moment, and determined as she was to change that, she couldn’t do much in her position.

She deflated, slouching back. She turned away from him, eyes to the tiled floor. They sat there in silence, the only sound that of David’s occasional sipping. She didn’t know what to say, it was terribly hard to think for some reason. It was a good while before any more words were exchanged.

“I can see you’re strugglin’ there, so I’ll let up a bit.”

Something shifted within Kesi’s mind, and all of a sudden, her mind wasn’t as hazy, not as fogged up. Her memories, though still vague and distant, began to reshape; the blank gap filled in, one grain of sand at a time.

Kesi looked up, watching as David motioned with one arm, a thin sheathe of purple energy outlining his hand. With every subtle flick, another fractured shard of disjointed thoughts and memories slotted back into place.

Her veins felt like they were on fire. Her hands clenched into fists until her knuckles were white. She growled through grinding teeth.

There it was again, that same smirk plastered across his face.

He was toying with her.

She was angry beyond words. She was helpless, at the whim of her captor, and he was fucking with her head. She was shaking with barely restrained rage, so much so that even as her mind cleared, the haze of anger began to cloud it once more. She knew it too, and despite her best effort to contain herself, the thought only pissed her off more.

“Who are you?” Kesi growled through clenched teeth. She leaned forward in her chair, doing her best to look intimidating.

David’s grin widened in amusement.

“I already told ya lassie, me name’s David.”

“Where are we?” Kesi snapped at him, struggling against her restraints.

Raucous laughter filled the room. The bastard was laughing  at her. She felt like she was on fire, her skin flushed with color.

“I’m not like the supervillains in the stories your parents tell you when you were but a wee lass,” David said coming down from his laughter. He leaned forward in his seat, his mockingly playful demeanor sobering into a grim seriousness.

“I’m far better at what I do.”