Cannibal Fairy

"My name is Otilia. I am a cannibal fairy", the woman says smiling softly, as she awaits his reaction. Her two black eyes glare at the young man sitting quietly on the sofa while she keeps smiling. An innocent and dangerous smile, meant to hide her real self under a mask. He does not say anything, but he looks at her terrified and her little game of pretending to be nice does not make things easier for him. He stares at her unusual appearance, not with judgment, it is not about that. It's amazement, as he has never seen a fairy before. The most unusual part of her appearance is her hair, split into two colors: black, on the right, and white, on the left. Her nails are painted black and she is wearing a purple dress, short enough to reveal her knees. The man gazes at her right hand for a while, looking at the artificial light reflected on the surface of her nail polish, and then moves his eyes to her dress.

"Are you going to speak to me, Leon? Or do you want to go back to where I stole you from?", she talks to him again, using the same cold, but calm tone. Leon opens his mouth, but no words come out as he feels his heart beating hard enough to break through his chest. He takes a deep breath and counts to three before trying to speak again.

One.

Two.

Three.

He finds some hidden drops of courage inside his body and he manages to create some faint, pitiful sounds. As his trembling voice can be heard across the room, his mind goes numb and his cheeks go red in frustration and fear.

"What do you want me to say?", he mumbles wishing he could vanish from existence.

Otilia raises an eyebrow and looks almost disappointed. Clearly, she did not expect to deal with a person acting like a scared puppy. She enjoys breaking people to the point they become terrified of their own shadow, but being like that from the start does not offer Otilia any sort of excitement, on the contrary, it touches a sensitive cord. He does look like a young adult, around 20-21 years old, and he is quite tall and strong. Can't he at least try to look brave? "What happened to being young and reckless?", Otilia thinks as her fake smile disappears.

"I think you're the one who should be questioning the situation, don't you agree?" She pauses for a second and then she continues, seeing that he has no reaction. "I might have been wrong about you, Leon. You seem to be an idiot", she says letting out a mean laugh. She did not mean it, but how else is one support to get a reaction out of someone? Insults seem to work most of the time.

Leon watches her with his haunting red eyes. His silky blonde hair is long enough to be sticking to his sweaty face, but he does not move his hands in order to remove it. He is as passive as one can be, almost like he forgot how to be a human. She jumps off her chair and approaches him with quick steps.

"Let me help you, idiot", she says as she removes the rebel hairs from his burning cheeks. He looks at his pale arms and realizes he is wearing no shirt. That's right, he hasn't worn one for quite a while now. Giving clothes to prisoners like him was never a priority. Whoever she is, she is in danger of taking him away. And he cannot tell yet if she's his savior or she's the same as them, the ones who kept him locked up. Or a bit of both, she doesn't seem very stable.

But he can't let her have her way with him, no, he has a little bit of dignity left.

"They'll never let me be free. They'll come after you", he tries to warn and threaten her at the same time.

"And why do you think you are free?"

She moves and sits on his lap. She grabs his neck with her right hand and rests the left one on his shoulder. Still scared, he does not dare to move her. He wants to look the other way, but he can't help it, her hypnotizing eyes are gazing into his soul, eating his brain raw. "You are mine."

"Why do you want me? And who told you my name?", he asks, with a bit more strength in his voice this time.

Realizing he's not going to react the way she wants him to, she gets up and sits next to him, making sure to give him some space this time.

"One of my business partners told me about some special type of blood, Leon's blood. He wanted to get his hands on it. I went into the dungeons and there you were, unconscious on a table while three men were extracting your blood. Hope you don't mind I killed them, there was no other way to steal you away. But do not worry, I already told my client I could not find any magic damsel in distress locked away from civilization. I've decided to keep you for myself, I am old and bored and you seem fun."

"I don't mind you killed them", he replies. "They've been doing that to me for decades. I often dreamed about killing them myself." He chooses to ignore the part where she's confessing she wants him for herself, hoping her plans are not as dark as they sound.

"Decades?", she says and her eyes widen with excitement. "But you look so young. Did you also eat a dragon's heart?"