I felt sleepiness sweep over me.
I just gave in gave in the pain. Gave in with the rest-or if I had any more-chances of contact with Father and the other chances.
Another thing I got from Mother, I'm an accident and trouble magnet.
But I couldn't stop perguntas flowing through me. What will she do to me? What did she mean por "feed and then, dispose of you"? Will my family get here before...? I hope so!
Cornelia stepped into my sight and the perguntas stopped instantly when she did.
"Right, here." She gave me a plate with...? I'm not sure what it was honestly; it looked like porridge, but it had green with grey streaks. Ew! I looked up at her.
"You're supposed to eat it." She said with heavy sarcasm and a cruel, twisted smile. I continued to stare at the mush that resembled porridge. I put it seguinte to me on the floor. “You will eat it, girl!” Cornelia hissed through her perfect, pearly teeth. She tugged on my hair indifferently, making my head tilt back violently. I groaned and winced in pain. She let go and pushed my head back to where it had been before. “You have no jurisdiction over me!” I felt the bravery rise when I said that. It had been bubbling in me for over a dia and I couldn’t control it anymore. She scoffed, “You have no idea.” She whispered to me. Her lips twitched into an arrogant smile. I wanted to slap her. I couldn’t take it anymore! She was Hell. Every time I called for help, she would silence me. My neck was covered in bloody scars. When I was about to protest more, my hand lifted unsuspectingly. I tried to put it down but it wouldn’t budge. My hand carried on lifting. When it had stopped, it turned to where the bowl sat and picked it up. My other hand reached out for the spoon and dug into the off-looking porridge. It lifted up to my trembling lips. They opened wide uncontrollably and the mingau on the spoon found its way into my mouth. I tried to defy my mouth, but I couldn’t lock it into place, instead I chewed the food. I wanted to spit it out. They mingau thing was sickening. My stomach churned. “I was going to have to andorinha this.” I thought. The sick looking mingau slithered down my throat. It was twice as bad because I eat or drank blood, not food. Cornelia laughed and my arms dropped to the ground along with the spoon. I coughed violently. The taste, it was stuck in my throat.
“I,” another cough, “I guess you…can control me.” I choked out. Cornelia grimaced. “Yes I can, but I am lacking in a place.” She sighed and then carried on. “I can only make you do things physically whereas Cynddy-boy, can make you do things mentally.” I thought back over the last few weeks. Something was wrong with what Cornelia had just said. “Wait, when I was going to say something to Cynddylan,” It hurt to say his name without hissing it, “I said that I would cadastrar-se the Volturi. That can’t possibly be?” Cornelia smiled humorously.
“Yes that was me. I was trying to get you for myself. That was a step I had to take.” Cornelia confessed. The waves of the water under the barco bumped on the sides, splashing me with spray. “Hey, I know, let’s take a fotografia of us while you are still alive, shall we?” Cornelia teased. She went into the door to inside of the boat, entered it, and closed the door. I seized my chance. It was a bit risky, but it was worth a try. I stood up and ran to the side of the boat. I was nearly to it, when Cornelia appeared in front of me. Her hand punched my face and I flew, etching the floor, as I did. My nose was bloody and my elbows scraped. Cornelia was above, leaning over me again, her face an inch from mine. I felt her sweet scent. I was used to this breathtaking aroma. I was immune to the feeling light-headed, having cheirado, cheirava, smelt it all the time, but this scent was different. It made my coração stop. It had a sort of, dangerous tang to it. My breath fastened. “Your power is diminutive compared to mine, girl, now I suggest you don’t try that again.” Her voice was supremacy sounding, like she was a leader. “Now, smile.” I glared at the camera when it flashed. Cornelia looked at it and smiled happily. She turned the camera off, put it in the case, and put that in the indoors of the boat. I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Why should I do what YOU say?” I scoffed angrily. At her. She turned, I stared at her with the same tone she used on me, “You’re no mais than a bloodthirsty witch!” I snarled
“I’m getting really bored and really impatient with your snidy comments! And I don’t do impatient and bored…” she said grimly. Her mouth twitched into an evil and humourless smile.
“I don’t give a damn!” I said slyly.
“You have no idea how grateful you should be! I’m the most dangerous thing you’ll EVER encounter, so… You will listen to me, and you WILL obey me!” she roared. I flinched. She smiled evilly and victoriously at me. This isn’t over, Cornelia… I WILL defeat you, I swear! I vowed in my head.
“No…”I said flatly and simply. She turned slowly.
“Big mistake, GIRL!” she said in a low dangerous voice. She ran up to me, grabbed my neck and bit, hard. She CHEWED on my flesh… she deliberately would go near my artery, she wanted to feel me pain…
she let me stumble to the fall, I could see MY blood on her lips.
"I will fight you... I will win!" I whispered weakly. Cornelia laughed and walked out the room.
"I'd like to see that happen!" she replied cruelly.