Page 93 of Sett and his King
He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Oh he talks indeed. And here I thought you were going to keep all your insults inside here." He poked at my head and I felt his finger long after he removed it. "I don't have sex because I enjoy it. I have sex to teach you people who's the boss. I do it to teach you subjugation. You understand, right?"
I understand you're a sick son of a bitch!
The slap came before I'd even finished my thought and it reverberated through me like a pulsating wave that never ended.
"Don't insult my mother. She was a sweetheart," he grumbled.
"Well, in that case, you're a dickbag. Is that better?" I growled.
"Much. Thank you." He stopped and studied my face for a moment, no doubt piercing through more of my mind. After all he hadn't been able to rape my thoughts along with my body all these years. This was probably a feast for him.
"A very powerful witch indeed. And thanks to my brother we've even gotten rid of that little breathing problem of yours. But, Drew, tut tut tut. You never told me you're the proud owner of a stegi!"
"What can I say?" I shrugged. "You never asked."
It was as if I'd never even spoken.
"And not just any kind of stegi. A stegi that can reset time itself. I was wondering how you were doing it.”
“Doing what?” I growled.
“Resetting time. I was feeling the déjà vu but I didn’t realize it was true until I paid your brother a visit and he kept thinking how he’d relived all this.”
I frowned.
“That’s how you knew we were coming!”
That still didn’t explain how Gene could feel it. For Sett, it made sense. He was the god of clarity. But Gene? And Yaya. I assumed it was because she’d been in the house but maybe it wasn’t…
Maybe the three of us were linked somehow.
I reached up to my tattoo and bit my lip. Was that…why? The triquetra became hot under my touch and I reminded myself to ask Sandro.
If I ever got out of here.
“How wonderful,” Horus said, piercing me with his terrifying gaze. “So many people, so many gods to possess. And with your stegi…think of all the things I could do with such a base of operations."
I choked back a laugh, or a cry, I wasn't sure which and bit my tongue as if that would stop that retort from forming in my head.
"I can tame anything, little Drew. Haven't I proven that already? All I need is the scarab with my power, and then no one can stop me."
"I will," I said. "I'll find a way."
"You can shut up now. I'm bored of you," he said and turned his back to me. "You've gone and sullied yourself with my brother's body. I couldn't be more revolted. If you didn't have such a useful power I'd have gotten rid of you already. Maybe I still will, once I take over your house. I won't need to stop time when I can reset it."
I wanted to tell him to keep on dreaming. To shut his mouth. To go fuck himself, but I couldn't. Not when his command was wrapped around my lips and every other extremity, keeping me from doing anything that didn't please or satisfy him.
"You disappoint me so much, Drew. I thought you wanted to be by my side when I ruled the world. I thought despite your objections you understood what I wanted to do was important."
What you're trying to do is sickening, you fucking bastard!
"Regardless," he went on as if I wasn't even there anymore, and approached his desk. He opened a drawer and retrieved a key that looked a lot like one of our skeleton keys. "I'm glad I kept your brother's things. What do you say? Shall we pay your stegi a visit?"
My eyes grew wide and I wanted to defy him. To stop him. To deter him. But I couldn't. There was nothing I could do without his permission. All he had to do was slide the key into any door and he could infiltrate our only safe space and poison it with his evil.
"Any door, you say? Very well," he said and without missing a beat walked to his office door, closed it and I held my breath as he slid the key into the keyhole.
Of course it fit. It fits any door, anywhere. It doesn't discriminate.
