#thread:prisonerinhermind

Thea cast her green eyes about the all-white room yet. There was no doors and no windows, only the white bed, wicker chest, and the chains. Thea sat firmly on top of the all-white wicker chest at the foot of the bed, her arms and legs clamped with irons, the heavy chains holding her firmly as her body spoke to the customers at the table. Oh don’t act so put out, Princess, the demon chided, voice overbearingly loud in Thea’s mind, at least you don’t have to do this mind-numbing work. You should be grateful.

Thea scoffed, Grateful? You’ve taken over my body, my life. You have followed Malcolm’s every order without question.

If you’d been more cooperative, he wouldn’t have needed to replace you.

Thea pulled on the chains in anger, but she didn’t dare stand. The wicker chest was her only advantage against the demon. She wasn’t about to lose it over such a comment. It wasn’t the first time that the demon had said that. Thea knew better than to let the antagonizing get to her.

You killed Sara. Thea hated that she’d seen that. That she’d seen her hands pull back on the string, seen Sara’s eyes widen ever so slightly as she realized what was happening. She hated that she could recall with perfect clarity the moment that the arrows embedded themselves in Sara’s body, the force of the impact pushing the blonde over the edge of the building.

And that, right there, is why you were replaced. You’re weak. Human. It said that like being human was a bad thing, a disadvantage. It had no idea what it meant to be human. Thea watched as her hand fiddled with the napkins at the long table. Sentimentality weighs you down. This is war.

It’s Malcom’s twisted plan. There’s no war. He’s on the wrong side of this and so are you.

It laughed, the sound echoing off the white walls of Thea’s prison, making her cringe. I’m a demon, darlin’. I don’t care to be on the right side of anything. He conjured me; he gave me a body to inhabit. I don’ much care what I have to do, I’m tied to his will.

Before Thea could respond, she heard her name called. Her room lit up brightly. Oh no… The lid of the wicker chest moved up and down below her body and Thea looked to see the glow of her feelings and memories peeking out from the slight opening as the lid banged. She planted her feet firmly on the carpet and pressed her palms down on the lid, trying to keep the precious things from leaking out.

Oh, Thea, you’ve been holdin’ out on me. It cackled, the sound filling Thea with an unprecedented dread, and the cuffs around Thea’s wrists and ankles tightened even more. The demon turned slowly, used to responding to Thea’s name by this point, and both it and Thea saw Oliver through her eyes. At the sight of him, a little orange glow seeped out from the chest, despite her best attempts to keep everything contained. The memory, just a few seconds of a flash, of their first reunion two years prior but it was there. Ollie, the demon purred, and Thea was horrified to realize that the thing had pieced together her secrets somewhat, your brother. He’s sexy as fuck. I could climb him like a tree.

The demon moved to bridge the gap between the two people, wrapping Thea’s arms around her brother. Thea struggled against her bonds as the demon talked to him. Stay the fuck away from him, Thea screamed.

“You too.” The demon said to Oliver, gleefully ignoring the troublesome human in its mind. “How--how did you--?”