17 Witch Mark

I stared down at the ceramic bottle and opened it.

Inside was the shining liquid. After thinking for a while, I drank all the contents in one gulp and stared back at the dark figure.

See I don't have any memories, why are you forcing me to drink this. This potion was very important. And it had to go to waste like this…

He stared at me and said;" Don't you feel anything?"

I shook my head.

He walked towards me, turned me around and said, "Show me your neck."

"What the hell are you thinking?" I glared at him.

"I just want to see the witch mark," he said while lifting the shawl around my neck.

"What do you think you are doing?!" I bolted away from him.

"I was not trying to take advantage of you, come here right now." he called.

I could see his patience running thin so I had no choice but to walked back towards him.

"I will lift the shawl myself. It's weird when you do it." I took off the shawl around my neck.

He chuckled and whispered, "The shawl is nothing. I even took..."

I hurriedly stopped him, "Don't you dare to continue. It's dirty! Show some shame!"

He turned me around and looked at the nape of my neck.

Why should he lift all my hairs? As if there's a mark, ha! This kid must be kidding.

"What are you looking for so long? Have you finished?" I said at him still exposing my back towards him.

He hummed and said in low voice, "Your skin is so soft," while caressing my neck.

Oh! Holy god! Shit! Is this even real?

I feel whole my body freeze.

Seeing me stiff, he laughed and said, "I already told you I know..."

"Yah! Stop it already. It's so embarrassing… so you see it yourself. There isn't any mark on my neck, so I am not a witch, let me go"

He stood there in silence and stared at me.

I had no idea what he was thinking about.

"There is." he said still staring at me.

"What?" I was clueless.

"There is a mark on your neck and the silver potion's effect has already begun. So, shut up and stop all your acts of playing dumb and having no memory?"

"What? There is a mark on my neck? How is that possible?" I asked him.

However, he looked rather angry. He grabbed both my arms and locked them behind my back and said in angry voice, "didn't I already say to stop your acting. Do you think I would fall for your tricks? Not this time!"

I cried and yelled, "I am not lying. I didn't know that I have a mark, how could I pretend?"

"You have lied and made a fool of me a lot in the past and you still think your petty tricks work." he sneered.

"It's paining a lot. Let go of me hmmm. Let's talk about it calmly and not get physical. Hmm." I moaned to him in pleading voice.

I hope he will agree. How strong is he? My flesh seems to be tearing. Free my hands!

He thought for a minute and said, "If you were lying to me this time, I will kill you without sparing a thought."

Thank god, he agreed.

I smiled at him lovingly and nodded my head.

"Then free my hands. Please, it is hurting a lot," I pleaded him with round eyes.

He released my hands and pushed my clothes up to my elbow before rubbing my arms softly.

What a psycho! He hurts me and now he heals me like he is innocent.

"Sorry, I lost my mind right now due to anger. I thought you were lying." He rubbed my hand with a concerned look in his eyes.

That fire witch must be great; she was able to hurt him this deep. How cunning was she that she fooled him that many times. He still hates the idea of being lied to. But one thing that's for sure is that he isn't that bad.

"Since you said that you cannot remember anything, you will stay with me until you get your memories back." He said with a hint in his voice, indicating that no was not an option.

"What?" I widened my eyes and looked at him with questioning gaze.

He calmly said, "Yes and no more further discussion. I will take care of you nicely. Don't worry about your accommodation. Look, your arms are turning back to its original color."

I looked at the arms which were red earlier.

It's not that I am afraid about accommodation. I am afraid of how many times my soul will leave my body. I am afraid of him.

But today I have come to a conclusion that I am witch and I must know how I became one? Deep down in my heart I don't care for being witch. If I can be alive, I am fine with it. I must stay alive!

But how will I if I'm not that fire witch.