Sean (Sean POV).

Your eyes scanned back and forth reading the last page of a chapter in your book about heroes and heroines. Finally finished you were about to close the book up and go take a nice soothing bath when you realized you couldn't move anything except for your head. You strained against your invisible bonds, but all you succeeded in doing was wiggling your head around. You could hear your heart beating in your ears as your panic increased. You stop immediately when you see Dawn phase in and stare at you.

"I can snap each of your bones, or shatter them into thousands of pieces. I can peel the skin off of your face, or make you **** on your own tongue after I **** it down your throat. I could crush your heart in your chest, or show you what your entrails look like. In this facility you live because I allow it, and with a snap of my fingers you'll find out what awaits you after ****. Do you understand what I am telling you" she asks you looking more serious than you've seen before.

"Y-y-y-yes" you reply. You take a big swallow to try to calm yourself. You've never felt so helpless as this moment. Not even the Mistress had this much control over you, and you are almost in shock with how fearful that makes you. Her matter of fact tone about it wasn't helping, but suddenly all of your limbs and your body can move again. You put your hand to your chest to feel your heart slowing back down as the relief of being able to move again washes over you.

"Good. I felt it necessary to show you and remind you, that for the time being, you are to be on your best behavior so that you do not have to suffer any consequences. Despite your history, I believe you have been on your best behavior thus far. As such, you have two people who wish to visit with you, and we are going to allow that visit" Dawn states. You scrunch up your face confused.

"Wait...what? Who would want to visit with a prisoner" you ask.

"You may refer to the adult as the Priestess, and the child as Grimlok" Dawn states.

"A Priestess and a child? Is this some sort of joke...or a test of some sort" you ask.

"Yes and no. They do genuinely wish to visit with you, and we wish to see how you behave. John is serious when he says you can eventually leave this place free, and he stubbornly holds to the belief that you could be an ally. This will be the first of many such situations to see how you behave. To see if you are capable of becoming the ally he hopes you to be" Dawn replies.

"Should I dance for you then? Sing a song about how great he is? Grovel at his feet and thank him for his mercy" you say scoffing at the absurdity of it all "How could you ever truly know if I was or wasn't an ally, and you didn't answer why they want to see me" you say.

"They wish to visit with a man who has the life experiences that you do. As to the answer for your other question you are right. We can never truly know if you are or are not an ally. That can only be known through your actions" she replies. You roll your eyes. The very last action could be you shoving a dagger into John's back, though you had to admit you really didn't see the point of doing something like that now. You've been finding it harder and harder to understand why you wanted **** on him to begin with you think to yourself as you casually stare at your golden arm. You move your wrist around, and clench and unclench your fingers into a fist. You look up to see Dawn watching your actions.

"We can not **** you to be a good person Sean, but we can offer you the chance to be one" Dawn says. You let out a sigh. You don't understand what any of this will prove, but you don't see any point in denying this Priestess and Grimlok a visit.

"Fine" you say sounding resigned "bring them in. It'll be nice talking with someone other than you and John anyways, and even though I know I can't, I promise not to try to hurt them" you add rolling your eyes once more.

"Thank you Sean. They will arrive shortly, and I will bring some refreshments" Dawn says before fading away. That was one of the few things you liked about this place. There was no short supply of food, and diverse food at that. Your mouth watered slightly wondering what sorts of drinks and snacks she might bring. You chuckled to yourself at the thought of all John had to do to make friends with you was keep feeding you. The notification that someone is at your door sounds off, and you call them in.