Putting his hands through his thick wavy dark brown hair, he sighs loudly, and I can see his eyes glaze over as he stares out.

This can't be good.

"So why am I here?" He sighs at my question.

"We've established I'm not dreaming and my dead mom is somehow part of it."

"She's not dead."

"What?" I could barely breathe. "I w-went to her funeral. My step-dad and I watched her lowered into the ground...but-but...How?" I could barely get the question out. I can't even fathom it.

"She's alive. Trust me. And remember Leonard?"

"He's alive too?!" I perked up.

"No, but thanks for the laugh love." He turned toward me and actually was laughing. How dare he?! "I can make people bend to my will, see what I want them to see, and other fun tricks."

I let out a scream between sobs.

"FUN?! Fun?! How's faking my mom's death fun? How was making me think she died because I wanted a cake for my 14th birthday party fun? And oh, let's not forget how fucking fun it was allowing her disgusting, poor excuse of a third husband touch me?! Were you in on that FUN! ..."

"Bloody hell, no. no, no, no, no. And fuck no. He's a dead man." His body was pulsating with anger.

"Too late."

"What do you mean 'too late?'"

"I don't wanna talk about it." I didn't want this demon to judge me. I wasn't ready to talk to the cops back then and I'm not ready to talk to Oisin now.

Oisin sat back down on the bed and put his hand over my knee to comfort me but I shrink into myself and he pulls away. He stood up and starting walking about the room.

"Well, good. He deserved whatever the pervert got and more. Much, much more. Like a lifetime of torture by my brother." He was on his feet pacing now mumbling ideas to himself. Sick torture apparently needed an even more twisted torturer to execute the punishment.

"Umm...sir...back to my mom being alive..."

He looked up instantly and his eyes grew dark. "She won't be for long. Leaving you with a bloody pedophile."

"NO! Stop! Please Master Sir. I'm begging you, let's talk," I was begging but also exhausted and unable to comprehend the situation. "...and then plot my mother's second death." I couldn't help but snort out a laugh.

We both were smiling...a couple of seriously twisted and dark humor fucks.

"Agreed." He sat down again on the bed, "Ok so it didn't start with you mum but it goes back all the way to when the Romans invaded Ireland for the second time."

"I didn't know the Romans were here a first time." Wow. And I had a private school education.

"Yes. And how did you get into bloody Oxford University with that poor excuse for an education?"

I just stared at him until he continued speaking.

"Right. So where was I? The Romans invaded Ireland for the second time and it was a bloodbath. I was from a nomadic Viking tribe and watched the soldiers murdering, raping, and setting fire to a small village near the north-west shores. My father led us into battle to help the people. Little did we know these weren't just any other helpless people, they were Celtic Druids. If you thought the Viking's were bad, the Roman's were worse. But the Druids were dark sadistic fucks. And you are a descendent of that small village of Celtic Druids."

"Which makes me a sadistic fucker..." I snorted. No wonder my mother had this done to me.

"Aye." He nodded. "An enslaved one." He winked.

When I seemed unamused he continued, "I won't get into details but we helped your family defeat the Romans, keep their land, and restore their homes before the winter solstice in exchange for 1 female. Not just any female mind you. She wasn't what people call witches or shamans today, she was more in tune with the Earth and all living things. She could see the future, wield a sword better than most soldiers, and could heal anyone as long as their heart stayed beating."

"Ok...so let me get this straight. My great, great, great times infinity grandma was a magical druid that your tribe wanted as payment for your services?"

"Yep."

"And how old are you?"

"That's not the point."

"Oh come on! You enslaved my ancestors and me, the least you can do is tell me your age. You don't look a day over 25!"

"That's because I died when I was 23."

His face changed a bit and I saw a pair of fangs growing from his mouth.

"You're not..."

"But I am, love." He seemed so upset, like it was a shameful secret. Does he have an Edward Cullen complex? Or Stephan Salvatore? Is he a ripper?

"So why am I here if you received your payment?"

"Every woman in your family disappears or "dies" and we needed a seer, coming to live here as our druidess. Coming from one of the original druidesses, we wanted to keep a natural, we needed to keep your lineage. In our contract we asked for every gifted woman in your lineage would bare another gifted woman. This way we would never be without such a powerful asset. Usually the powers come to you when your ma dies, but yours didn't. We did promise Brigid that your family's gifts would never die out and I am a man of my word."

"And what happened to the women who gave birth? My mom's side of the family is basically non-existent."

"They were sacrificed so that the powers would be handed down to their daughter."

"WHAT?!" I couldn't help but scream. "You said she was alive!"

"She is! Do you feel powerful?"

No.

"Didn't think so. Although that might change now that you are here, which will be interesting to see. Hmm. Moving on we don't have much time here... after your mum and dad conceived you they came to talk to me and requested that your mum raise you in the states and get a childhood free of magical and the fear of being called upon by my brother or I. You had until your first child or your completed education...whichever came first. Well, I made that contract. My brother didn't agree but had no say in the matter. Your da made sure of that."

"So wait...you know who my dad is? I don't even know who my dad is."

"He's a long story, King of the faeries, making your mum Queen of the faeries. Nice gig too. All while you were left with a bloody pedophile." If Oisin was a cartoon his face would be red with steam coming out of him he was so angry.

"If you think about it, it makes sense." I couldn't believe I was about to say this out loud, "my mom has had me on the pill for birth control since I got my period. She married him for his money . She had to know he was scum. My guess is she knew he'd find a way to kill me when he was done with me. And then she would be off the hook...getting to live happily ever after." What a bitch. "As a little girl you hear about the Princess finding her prince. What they don't tell you is the evil Queen was once a princess too looking for her Prince Charming. And what sacrifice did she have to pay?" I sniffled. "A child."

"True. The older tales were more accurate, maybe if my brother doesn't kill you for my treaty with your parents, I can share some of them with you."

"I'd like to say that I'd like that but what the fuck?! Why is your brother going to kill me? I thought I was a slave."

"You are. As a human you usually have 3 choices: food, sex slave, or indentured servant. But you aren't just any human you would be our powerful Seer. Only that your mum is still alive and I intend to keep it that way for personal reasons, so if your clairvoyance doesn't start working we may have an issue."

"Eww are you my dad?!"

"No, very funny little lamb. No, your father is king of another realm and I intend to keep our alliance which means your mum's blood couldn't be shed, but yours..." he just shrugged.

I had so many questions and my arms hurt. And I wreaked of booze.

Oisin seemed to have the same thought. He sniffs me and cringes. Standing from the bed he unties my wrists and carries me over to a door.

"No trying to escape love."

"Let me guess...punishment?"

"You wish. Death."

The boozy sweat was now covering me in what little clothing I had on. Nauseated, I grabbed the sink. That's when he turned the light on and candles came into view. This was most certainly a dream. I felt like I had seen it before. It was the perfect oasis bathroom.

Yes, I'm enslaved.

Yes, I have no power.

And I'm meeting an even scarier man soon who might just kill me for the fun of it.

But I love a great bathroom and this was a great bathroom. A little natural light would make it less gloomy but it was magical. A large jetted hot tub was running. He had a soaking bath with candles dripping wax for way too long surrounded it along with some potted greenery. And stones! Crystals and stacked stones.

Next part had a toilet with it's own door, that is privacy I crave.

There was a cold pool for dipping that I've only seen at spas and a massage table. Behind that it looked like towels and toiletry storage.

The shower was huge! It could fit way too many people in there than I cared to think about right now. Across from that was a long built in vanity with sinks that had faucets that looked like they were bringing fresh water out of the wall. And mirrors everywhere.

Too many mirrors. What was this guy into?

"I wasn't giving you a tour," he said while turning part of the the shower on. There were so many shower heads and knobs!

"It's everything I want in my own and more."

He laughs in a way that reminds me I won't have this. Then he holds out his hand, "come on, you don't have long so get on in there."

"Privacy would be nice...please, Mr. Master Sir," hoping to play to his good nature.

"The door will be open and I'll be checking in on you every few minutes so I'll see everything anyways." Smirking he looks me up and down, "It's nothing I haven't seen before."

He didn't have to say it, his face did. He wasn't impressed by what he had seen. Even on the verge of death I'm still horny and yet undesirable. That's a cruel joke.

I didn't think I could feel lower than enslavement. Unwanted and undesired felt like a final blow to my already low self-esteem.

I nod and take my clothes off. Before I can ask, he sets clothing down on the vanity and hangs the towel outside the door.

The hot water helped relieve some stress and my hangover headache, it couldn't cheer me up. Even seeing the large clawfoot bathtub that was between the shower and hot tub. It had a platform and was next to a wall that had a waterfall running down it.

I know I can't ask, but I wonder if there is a Mrs. Master who decorated these rooms. They look too nice for a rough and scary man. He was drool worthy one minute and overwhelming the next. I should have been frightened but I was horny.

What can I say? The guy is gorgeous. Inhumanly good-looking.

And this shower has a detachable shower head with different spray settings...

I looked over my shoulder, seeing as I had just been checked on, I had a moment. Hopefully the sound of the other water coming out from above and the sides would drown out the forceful stream of water. I had hoped to hook up with someone before I left, little did I know it was me, myself and I.

I knew just where to spray and touch myself so it would be quick. The thought of that beautiful man wanting me was enough to give my imagination all it needed.

I tried to stay quiet but as I climaxed I honestly just didn't care. My moan wasn't loud, I just decided to not let it come over me, since this could be my last for...ever...