He stared in horror at Arthur as he watched him from beside me, he didn't seem the least bit pleased as well.
"Arthur, this girl is here out of her very will, you know?" Farlo mentioned, "You can't do this to her, she doesn't want this."
"And you are the one to dictate that? Did she tell you she's not happy here, Farlo?" Arthur asked harshly.
"Look at her, Arthur. She is a witch in her early twenties; she barely knows any spells, any self-defence, anything about herself, and who is meant to be in the club enjoying her youth as well," Farlo shook his head.
Arthur turned away from him, knowing there was sense in what he said, and so did I. I knew it all too well, right from time, but I had not a single choice. The place I was supposed to take refuge in at least after being forced into this, wanted nothing to do with me.
It only made me wonder if this was what she had been training me for my entire life.
