Her fear is beautiful. It called for me the moment my little Lock stepped foot in this wretched town. That deep fear that Maya so bravely pushed through… I found it as enticing as her power.
I will have it all. Maya, her power, her fear—as soon as everything falls into place.
I meet her near my dwelling place, as far as the invisible chain allows me to. Watching Maya's pursuers throw their insults is infuriating, but I'm powerless to do a thing against them until they come closer. But they won't get into my reach.
Soon, I will come for them myself. Until then, I'll settle for showing them previews of my revenge through dreams.
Maya stops just a dozen steps away from me. She's a scared, helpless animal. A prey, one that I entice with a smile and a carefully recreated human visage.
"Come to me, my little Lock." My voice is as smooth and soothing as I can make it. I can't scare my Maya now.
