"Are you threatening me?" He inquired, prompting Lilith to scoff and roll her eyes. "What did it seem like I'm doing?" She asked, answering his question with another question.
He smirked, a devious smirk spreading across his lips as he leaned in closer to Lilith's face. "Let go of me before you end up dead." Lilith was threatened by him.
Lilith sniffed her nose before gently releasing the helm of his shirt. It wasn't because she was terrified, but because she felt it was wrong to seize a man's shirt.
"Turn on the light. I can sense that this is all a misunderstanding between me and you." Lilith stated and her voice was calm because she didn't want any trouble.
The young man ignored Lilith's statement with a sign as he dropped down his shoulder in frustration. "Where are you spending the night?" He questioned.
Lilith was taken aback by the man's question, but she still went ahead to reply to him. "All thanks to Merlin who set me up, I was imprisoned and now I woke up only to see myself in your room so turn on the light so that I can see your face and so th…"
"Shhh!" He whispered, placing his index finger on Lilith's lips.
His fingers on her lips were as cold as ice from the deepest frost of winter and it caused goosebumps to flood Lilith skin. "You talk too much, and it's quite a good thing that you are mute in the real world." He added.
Lilith sneered as she shoved his index finger out of her front and just as she opened her mouth to say something, she felt a frigid tornado of air sweep through her feet, and she sank on the icy tiles.
The mysterious young man squats on the floor and frowns, peering at Lilith's face. "Please stop crossing my path, little mortal." He said in a whisper.
The young man had succumbed to his brother's statement because when a witch casts a spell on the picture of a person, and places it in front of the grave of a someone who has resurrected from dead, the person in the portrait will die if the dead person doesn't appear in their dreams.
This meant that Lilith's portrait had been put in front of the dead man's grave, and if the mysterious man hadn't shown up in Lilith's dreams, she would die.
The man's brother knew this and used it to make the man do what he wanted.
Placing someone's portrait on a grave can only be done once, and the spell set by the witches will fade away for eternity.
Even if another person's portrait were to be placed before the grave with a powerful spell, nothing would happen.
Furthermore, it was a one-time thing that was well-documented throughout history.
As the young man signed, he moved from his squatting position and dug his hands deep into his pocket, harboring plans for his brother, Merlin.
****
Lilith fluttered her eyes and opened her mouth wide, letting out a yawn. She sat down slowly on the cold ground, raising her hands to the air and extending her body muscles.
After a few minutes had passed, Lilith began to look around to see if she was still in the mysterious stranger's chamber.
As Lilith assessed her surroundings, she was surprised to see that she was still inside her cell.
With a swift motion, she rose from the floor as she firmly held the cell gate.
"Whhhhhh!"
Lilith opened her mouth to speak up but no words could be formed from her mouth.
"Whhhh!"
Lilith could recall that when she was in a stranger's room her tongue could create words.
Currently, she wanted to question the police officers about how she got back inside the cell, but couldn't produce any words out of her mouth.
'One minute I was in a perverted stranger's room, the next I was in jail.' Lilith pondered inside herself.
As she allowed herself to continue thinking, a police officer approached her and opened the door to Lilith's cell room
"We are so sorry for the mess up." The officer began by forcing a grin to form on his lips.
Lilith arched her brow at him because she had no idea what was going on and couldn't comprehend why the officer was now apologizing to her.
"Your friend had paid us a visit and requested that we run the text again, and after we did as she had told us, we found out that we were mistaken." The police officer spoke. "You are free to go home now." He added, handing Lilith the phone he had grabbed from the drug addict. With a puzzle expression, Lilith unlocked her phone and began typing.
"How come I ended up inside the cell again? Last night someone kidnapped me." She pinned down on her phone notebook before showing it to the police officer.
He shook his head sideways while smiling warmly at Lilith. "You must have been traumatized since last night was the first time you spent your night in a cell room." He uttered, staring at Lilith with a calm gaze.
She frowns upon hearing his statement because Lilith knows that last night she was kidnapped.
'Besides, if I wasn't kidnapped then how the hell did I end up in the bed of a strange man?' She questioned herself but the answer to her question was simply far from her reach.
"I was with a man last night and the man threatened to sleep with me. The man also threatened to kill me…"
Before Lilith could continue typing, the officer gently sighed because he had read Lilith's complaint. "Do you want us to at least conduct another drug checkup? If you keep complaining then we will have to do one more check-up because all that you are saying can also be an effect of consuming drugs."
As Lilith heard the officer's statement, she immediately bit her lower lips, forcing a smile across her lips. "I'm sorry for that. I was simply telling you what I dreamt of and because it felt so real, I was unable to differentiate my dream from reality." Lilith typed down on her phone as she apologized to the officer.
Deep down, she could feel it in her bones that what happened last night wasn't a dream but on the other hand, she apologized to the officer because if she continued telling him about last night, then the officer was most likely going to apprehend with the intention of doing another checkup for her just to be certain if she was a drug dealer.
"Can I go now?" Lilith questioned, her finger signing words as she awaited the police officer's response.
The police officer who doesn't understand sign language turned around as he headed towards his working table. "You may leave." He uttered, taking his seat beside the table.
With his statement, Lilith turned around as she stepped out of the police station, her mind weaving on the things that had occurred to her last night, unaware that more strange things are yet to come.