I own you

Isabella and Ella had been friends since childhood. Isabella was a white witch. There were three types of witches: black, white, and dark. Though Ella was friends with Isabella, Isabella was a little older than her. She had long silver hair and shiny silver eyes. White witches are known for their pure eyes.

"Why do you say that? I know she'll get angry! But she won't kill me!" Ella disagreed with Isabella. She doesn't believe her stepmother will kill her for this. For her, the worst the woman would do was starve her for three days. She never thought of that woman as 'bad'; in fact, she thought what the woman was doing to her was normal. Now she is nineteen, an adult, but she still doesn't believe the woman will kill her like that.

"Where are you coming from?" asked Isabella. She knew Ella would act like this. She had always warned the girl about that stepmother of hers. Isabella was a white witch and she was able to sense when evil was ahead.

"From the forest. My stepmom sent me to get some pills, but I lost them," she explained.

Isabella set her lips in a thin line and her silver eyes were in full concentration as she tried to puzzle out what was really going on.

"That woman is up to no good," Isabella repeated. She put her hands on her waist as she looked aside. She was happy she ran into Ella; otherwise, who knows what would have happened. The woman was a snake. Black witches are usually sneaky, as she stole Ella's father from her mother and killed the woman. Now she's using Ella to her advantage.

"Isa, why are you suddenly saying this?" Ella asked, as she knew full well that her friend acted like this when any danger was ahead.

"Because I can sense it! I can sense that you almost died today, and if you don't listen to me and go back, you'll die!" Isabella gestured as she breathed out slowly. She knew it would be difficult to convince Ella, but there was no way she would let the girl go.

Ella looked at Isabella and knew she was speaking the truth. She was surprised at the information that her stepmother was going to kill her. All she did was love the woman, but the woman always treated her badly. She always thought it was discipline, but now she understood it all.

She looked up at the clouds, and they were just black. No light at all, no moon, no stars. Tears welled up as hot tears rolled down her already pink cheeks.

"Stars, please show yourselves!" She looked up at the clouds as if begging them to show a little bit of light, as if her hope depended on it.

"It's okay, Ella. Just come with me to my home if you want. After all, there is nowhere for you to go. You're always welcome, girl," and with that, she hugged Ella. More tears welled in her as she hugged Isabella back.

Her body trembled and shook.

"Summon hope, summon hope, please, Isabella. I think I'm going crazy!"

"Don't worry. You'll be fine," and with that, the both of them pulled away and held hands. They started walking to Isabella's, and it wasn't up to twenty minutes as Isabella's home wasn't far. Isabella lived with her mother, who was also a white witch. Her mother had the normal white hair and pure eyes, while Isabella had silver hair. She was the only white witch with silver hair, and she always wore a cloak to hide it whenever she stepped out, just to prevent unnecessary attention.

The house was a simple wooden house with a large garden in front of it. The garden was filled with white flowers.

Ella and Isabella went in. Ella always loved coming here, but of course, her stepmother wouldn't allow it. The sitting room was warm and cozy, and one corner was lit up as the fireplace burned with little creaks. Another side had a chandelier lit up with many candles as the room shone with bright yellow light.

"Mom isn't home. She went to visit her friend, so we'll be the only ones here tonight," Isabella informed as she threw her body onto one of the yellow armchairs.

"Okay, no problem. I want to shower and sleep quickly," Ella said. She didn't want to think about what just happened. Now her stepmother was after her, and her thoughts drifted to when Maximus said, 'you'll be mine.'

"I'll never be his," she muttered under her breath. She didn't even know when she said it, as she said it subconsciously.

Isabella, who was lying down, sat up and looked at her.

"You okay?" she asked.

"Hahaha, I'm fine. I need to sleep," she said, and Isabella just nodded.

She gave her some clothes and led her to the bathroom. When Ella was done, she went straight to the guest room Isabella prepared for her. She threw her body onto the bed and immediately drifted to sleep.

The next morning, Ella woke up first, and the first thing she remembered was, 'you'll be mine.' She shook her head vigorously, running her fingers through it.

"Impossible!" she said to herself. The one person she always feared was her stepmother, and she feared the woman more when she was angry. But now, this was not the case. She feared something even more! She gripped the fabric on her chest.

'I'll own you!'

'I'll own you!'

'I'll own you!'

These words sang over and over again in her head. She didn't know what to do now.

"Wait, why should I be scared? I already accepted, right?" and with that new thought, she happily went to wake Isabella, who was still sleeping.

She reached the front of the door and just stared at it, and the next thing, she used her leg to kick it open.

"Pfft, I thought witches wake up early to perform spells," she muttered, looking around the small, beautiful room.

"Yes! Mom isn't around, so I get a chance to sleep all I want," said Isabella with a sleepy voice.

"Okay! Sleep all you want! I'm hungry," said Ella.

"How the hell does that have to do with me?" Isabella asked, confused. She opened her eyes with knitted brows.

"You don't know? This is why I say you're a dummy. I'll go do all the chores, and when your mom comes back, she'll surely call me hardworking."

"Ella, do what you want. Go work only to be called that?" she said as she chuckled slowly.

Ella just shook her head and left the room. She wanted to be called 'hardworking.' Nobody ever called her that. She went to the guest room and freshened up, and when she was done, she went to the kitchen and did some quick chores. She looked around and saw that there were few groceries left.

"I'll go to the market," she said happily, running back to Isabella's room.

"Lazy, lazy! I need to go to the market! Give me some money! Quickly," she urged, pulling Isabella by the hand.

"Pfft, you sound like a little kid too happy to play," said Isabella as she stood up, checking in one corner and giving Ella some cash. Before Isabella could even say a word, Ella ran out. She reached the market and happily started buying some things one by one, and suddenly, she looked up and saw her stepmother looking at her with a grin.