Calesti POV.
“I don’t want to go with you!” I scream at Trent, I wasn’t going to go anywhere with him, I don’t like him, no I hate him, I felt my magic run through my body, he’s about to be teleported off to another planet, not simply to another place in hell.
“You’re coming like it or not,” he says trying to drag me away, I looked at Damon but he was still on the ground, he fell, I wanted to go and check on him, something was wrong here.
“Damon, no Damon, I can’t leave,” I yell but he wasn’t answering me, he was still on the floor, I got picked off the floor and when I tried to use my magic, it didn’t work, Trent did what Lucifer did, making my magic stop, I couldn’t use it. I was dragged out of the dungeon, he didn’t take me to his room like Damon usually does, instead, I felt my bones get broken, my heart beating out of my chest, my breath-stopping, and I felt the need to puke and cough, and breath all at the same time, but I couldn’t do any of those, I fell on the ground.
Trent just teleported us, his magic was ugly, icky, leaving a trail of ickiness behind, I couldn’t open my eyes or whine or groan, or even cry, instead, I was laying on the ground, hurt, broken, with my heart feeling like it got pulled out of my chest, stepped on and my body left with no heart and soul, they were left out with Damon.
My eyes didn’t work, I couldn’t wake up, not until later, much later, I had no idea when I woke up, or what had me waking up, but the pain was still there, I tried to use my magic, to move, to focus on myself or on Damon, but nothing my magic was toned down, it was locked somewhere inside me.
“Ahh you’re up,” Trent says getting inside the room I was in, I was laying on the ground still where he left me, I looked at him with tired eyes.
“Go… go… go away…” I mumble the words unable to yell them at him.
“Go where? Little brat! you’re in my place now,” he says, I groan, I’m in his place, and I don’t want to be here, I want to get back to Damon.
“Leave… I want to leave,” I say my voice sounding raspy like I have swallowed a glass filled with nails.
“Leave where? You’re mine now, you heard Lucifer, I own you and your magic,” he says with a smile, an evil scary smile, he wasn’t a nice person or demon. When I tried to feel my magic, it was nothing, I couldn’t feel anything, he smiled even more enjoying my pain?
“Your magic?” he says, knowing what I’m looking for, I nod my head yes, it’s exactly what I needed.
“This magic?” he says a flame ball appearing in his hand, moving it around, but it wasn’t flame, it was energy, my energy, my powers but how did he get those, I looked at him confused and hurt now.
“Mine,” I say with tears going down my face, it’s my magic how did he get it? How did he steal it, he stole my magic!
“Nope, mine now, along with you, and I expect you to obey,” he says, I’ll never obey him, not ever, I’m going to give him hell until he let me go back to daddy Damon.
“Don’t give me that look,” he says kicking me in the stomach, I was still down on the floor, unable to gather my forces, he was winning.
“I’m not my brother, I don’t mind punishing you, showing you who’s in charge,” he says I simply groan in response, more tears going down my face, this was bad, I had no magic nor force to get up, I was back to point zero, even less than zero now.
“Get up! Now you lazy brat!” he says, I tried to get up, hiding my tears, hiding my little self, Cici can’t make an appearance now, he’s dangerous, he’s not Damon.
“You’ll call me Sir, I own you, you do what I order you to,” he says, I remember Damon’s words, of us having a happy easy life, not being owned.
“I belong to no one,” I gasp at him, I’m not going to give in, not this easily.
“It will be my pleasure to show you who’s in charge,” he says with the evil smile back on his face, I wanted to run away, to go and hide somewhere, but there was no place for me to go, not when I’m this weak, with no magic or anyone else to defend me.