Agreste knows I don't have a choice. He wants to force me into another situation where he can see the impact of my abilities, he has no problem torturing an innocent child to get exactly what he wants.

Right now I have no options.

I have to take a chance before this little boy steps forward in the wrong direction.

I quickly memorize as much as I can of the traps. I dodge/hop/narrowly avoid the spikes until I'm as close to the child as possible.

I take a deep, shaky breath and focus on the shivering limbs of the boy in front of me. I pray to God I'm making the right decision.

I pull off my shirt to us as a barrier between us when I notice the slight vibration in the ground. The tremble that precedes the terror.

I know I have half a second before the spikes slice up through the air, leaving me less time to react.

I yank him up into my arms.

His screams pierce through me like I'm being shot to death.

He's clawing my arms, chest, kicking my body as hard as he can, crying out in agony until the pain paralyzes him. He goes weak in my grip and I'm being ripped to pieces, my bones, my veins all tumbling out of place, all turning on me to torture me forever with memories of the horrors and pain I'm responsible for.

Pain and power are bleeding through his body into mine, jolting through his limbs and crashing into me until I nearly drop him.

It's like reliving a nightmare I've spent 3 years trying to forget.

"Absolutely amazing," Agreste sighs through the speakers, and I realize I was right. He must be watching through a 2-way mirror. "Brilliant, princess. I'm thoroughly impressed."

I'm too desperate to be able to focus on Agreste right now. I have no idea how long this sick game is going to last, and I need to lessen the amount of skin I'm exposing to this little boy's body.

My skimpy outfit makes so much sense now.

I rearrange him in my arms and manage to grab hold of his diaper. I'm holding him up with the palm of my hand. I'm desperate to believe I couldn't have touched him long enough to cause serious damage.

He hiccups once; his body quivers back to life.

I could cry from happiness.

But then the screams starts back up again, no longer cries of torture but of fear. He's desperate to get away from me and I'm losing my grip, my wrist nearly breaking from the effort.

I don't dare remove his blindfold. I'd rather die than allow him to see this space or to see my face.

I clench my jaw.

If I put him down, he'll start running.

And if he starts running, he's finished.

I have to keep holding on.

The roar of an old mechanical wheeze revives my heart.

The spikes slip back into the ground, one by one until they've all disappeared. The room is harmless again, so swiftly that I fear I may have imagined the danger. I drop the boy back onto the floor and bite down on my lip to swallow the pain welling in my wrist.

The child starts running and accidentally bumps into my bare leg.

He screams and shudders as he falls to the floor, curled up into himself. He sobs as I consider destroying myself.

Tears are streaming fast down my face and I want nothing more than to reach out to him and help him, hug him close, kiss him beautiful cheeks and tell him I'll take care of him, that we'll run away together, that I'll play games with him and read him stories at night and I know I can't. I know I never will. I know it will never be possible.

And suddenly the world shifts out of focus.

I'm overcome by rage, an anger so potent I'm almost elevated off the ground. I'm boiling with blind hatred and disgust.

I don't even understand how my feet move in the next instant. I don't understand my hands and what they're doing or how they decided to fly forward, fingers splayed, charging toward the window.

I only know I want to feel Agreste's neck snap between my own two hands.

I want him to experience the same terror he just inflicted upon a child.

I want to watch him die.

I want to watch him beg for mercy.

I catapult through the concrete walls.

I crush the glass with all 10 fingers.

I'm clutching a fistful of gravel and a fistful of fabric at Agreste's neck and there are 50 different guns pointed at my head. The air is heavy with cement and sulfur, the glass falling in an agonized symphony of shattered hearts.

I slam Agreste into the corroded stone.

"Don't you dare shoot her!" Agreste shouts at the guards.

I haven't touched his skin yet, but I have the strangest suspicion that I could smash his rib cage into his heart if I pressed a little harder.

"I should kill you." My voice is one deep breath, one uncontrolled exhalation.

"Youー" He tries to swallow. "You justーyou just broke through concrete with your bare hands."

I blink. I don't dare look behind me. But I know without looking backwards that he can't be lying. I must have.

I lose focus for one instant.

The guns

click

click

click

Every gun is loaded.

"If any of you hurt her I will shoot you myself." Agreste barks.

"But sirー"

"STAND DOWN, SOLDIERー"

The rage is gone. The sudden uncontrollable anger is gone.

My mind has already surrendered to disbelief.

Confusion. I don't know what I've done.

I obviously don't know what I'm capable of because I had no idea I could destroy anything at all and I'm suddenly so terrified of my own two hands.

I stumble backward, stunned, and catch Agreste watching me hungrily, eagerly, his emerald eyes bright with boyish fascination.

He's practically trembling in excitement.

There's a snake in my throat and I can't swallow it down.

I meet Agreste's gaze. "If you ever put me in a position like that again, I will kill you. And I will enjoy it."

I don't even know if I'm lying.

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"Oh I get it, they paintin' me out to be the bad guy.." -Chuli Li, Nicki Minaj

*Sigh* People are gonna hate me for this one... BUT I PROMISE IT'LL ALL MAKE SENSE LATER I SWEAR!!! just not in this book....

NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE HERE BY FRIDAY, NOW IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME, I'm going to go watch the optygami episode!

Love you all!!! <333