Chapter 14 - Tiberius

This wasn’t like when I fell down the pit the first time. This was an actual pit of pure darkness that I landed at the bottom of with a thud. I could faintly see the light above from the room I was dropped from before the trap door snapped shut, leaving me in darkness. If I had August, I could make my light. But I can’t feel him. Fuck, I hate this.

This Witch is out of her damned mind. Does she really think I’m going to help her kill Crista? To KILL Crista?! Fuck no! She’s been huffing, smoking, injecting, swallowing, and doing suppositories of some severely bad drugs if she thinks that would ever happen. I am no one’s puppet! I don’t blindly obey anyone.

Alright, I need to focus. Not an easy task without August. Task is a funny word. “A tisket, a tasket, I lost my little basket.” I hummed as I tried to get to my feet.

“You’ve lost more than your basket.” A voice called out in the dark. I didn’t recognize the voice. It wasn’t August. It was too deep, too sinister to be August. It wa