Chapter 31

Anastasia's POV

Ever since that wet dream of Scarlett, I feel the atmosphere changed, is it just me? Like I feel… hot around here? I don't know bruh; it feels like the atmosphere changed around us. Help.

I even talked to myself. This is okay. It will pass in a few days, don't panic. Talking to myself worked, except don't panic. As days went on, her heat scent got stronger. I found myself stress eating anything related to chocolate. I ate the whole chocolate supply, and I had to buy more for her.

I controlled myself not to eat. After an hour, I was gobbling down a sandwich. At least its actual food and not chocolate.

I've been trying to talk to my dumb subconscious about why it had did that and that fucking bitch just keeps giggling in my head. The reason I tried to talk to it in a civilized way it's because according to my stupid, useless information, dreams are made by your subconscious.

My subconscious seriously mocks me the entire time. It snaps at me, roasts me, and badmouths on me. It already makes me feel like shit when I already do. But this is unacceptable!

In witches, the subconscious is very umm active? I'm sorry this is making me laugh somehow. Excuse me, and my perverted brain. Sorry, let's go to the actual topic. Subconscious in a witch is mostly bad. It has ill intentions or just does pranks and stuff. They can lead you astray. It's mostly your fault you listened to it. If you were a freaking witch, you had to control your anger because it would annoy you, provoke you, it did whatever to make you angry.

Some could control you. They would make you do the worst things. That's why most of the crimes and suicides happened because of witches. The crimes mostly include murder, homicides, and mass murders.

But mine is good. It just sarcastic comments, roasts me, snaps at me, etc. I'm already dead inside, so cool, bruh. It didn't kill me till now or made me do murder. So it's nice. But that fucking bitch is mocking me by making me lust over Scarlett, and I'm panicking that I will do something Scarlett would never forgive me.

Too much depressing talk, I'll say what happened yesterday! Margret and I had such fun torturing Wolfie! We haven't done this in centuries! Why the heck did that bitch go? I could've hidden her in my closet! And my closet can give a person a lot of hallucinations, you'd be dead in a few if you don't know how it works. My family would have never found that bitch!

We took turns and made that arrogant fucking son of a bitch begging for his life. I may have forgotten an important part, only an immortal can kill another immortal. Ordinary immortals can die only in the hands of another one.

It's different for royal immortals though, we can die only in the hands of another royal immortal.

So about the fun we did centuries ago, Margret was one of the palace's torturers. The best one, bro! She had this scythe when she tortured people! Their screams make me wanna laugh! Bitch, you did something that ruins this beautiful planet. You deserve to die.

The mini giant was seriously easy! Just pour boiling water on him and hear his begging screams as he melts into hot wet soil! I'm sounding like a psychopath, but those guys had very dirty plans and they deserve it.

While torturing, they became crazy, and they blurted out that they were going to rape Scarlett. Did Y'all get that many guts? Die! Perish! Satan! Bro torture Wolfie's soul, the giant umm it won't be easy.

We make a giant out of the soil, make it like however the fuck you want nobody cares. Its life force is made by killing a person. Yes, it involves a person. Just kill a criminal with any weapon, honey. Not an innocent. Spill their blood, all of their blood on the stupid figurine and, bitch will go "I live! Master, what should I do for you?"

Its weakness is water, especially boiling water because it'll get wet or melt? Witches are shitty too. We could use cement instead of mud, but no! it would displease our goddess, they say. I made one out of cement and did that lady punch through the wall and announce that she is displeased by my actions and would like me to die? Nuh-uh, hon.

Cement is much better than that pottery thing, man! I mean no offense.