Page 63 of Mated By Twilight
“How can you project someone else, if you can’t even project yourself?” Skara frowned. “Very well. Reading scripts is too advanced for you.”
“Huh?”
“Instead, we will start with something simpler.”
“Something simpler than reading out loud?” Leah mumbled, humiliation making her shoulders hunch inward.
Skara smirked, her toothy grin like that of a crocodile as she gestured with her three fingered hand like a diva sweeping her arm across the air. “If it’s easy, you’ll be able to do it, and we can move back to reading.”
“Okay…”
“Tell me something you want.”
Dicks.
No!
Leah’s mouth clenched. Absolutely refusing to say something like that. She cast her mind about desperately for something,anything, else. But besides those two little –not little– things, the only things popping into her head were their arms, their kisses, their care. She found herself craving the taste of their cum –also no!
Anything else! Something that wasn’t those two!
Her brain was very slow in providing anything.
She wanted to disappear into the floor, but that probably wasn’t what Skara meant. Those bugs the twins served her that looked like blueberries would be nice, she was weirdly craving those again. But she couldn’t remember their name, and describing them, or getting them, would just make work for Skara. Her feet were kind of cold since she wore simple slippers today, but that was a silly thing to want or ask for.
Maybe Skara meant like on a bigger level though? She was being kind of petty thinking about food and cold feet and dicks –stop it!– when she could be thinking for the good of the troupe, or maybe the universe as a whole. Would world peace be a bad answer?
“You’re thinking too hard,” Skara interrupted her racing thoughts.
“It’s not an easy question to answer,” Leah admitted.
“Sure, it is. Watch:” Skara took in a deep breath. “I want new border pillows for my bed. The ones I have aren’t very firm or comfortable anymore.”
“Huh?”
“How about this? I want Twa to stop whistling in the halls. It drives me mad.” She let out a long-suffering sigh.
Leah frowned, confused. “But that’s…
“Mean?”
“I guess.”
“So?” Skara held out her arms. “To want something means to take it from others. Even if it’s in trade, you’re depriving them of something. Twa wants to whistle – at the cost of my sanity. I want him to stop – at the cost of him not whistling. Greed is an inherent part of life. Everyone is going to take things from you until you have nothing left unless you learn to want things for yourself and stop them. So, tell me something you want. And don’t overthink it.”
Leah’s mouth moved up and down, but no words came immediately to mind.
“It’s not a trick question,” Skara said. “Say something. Anything”
“But-”
“What do you want?”
“I don’t-”
“What do you want?!”
“Dicks! AH!” Leah slapped both hands over her mouth, very nearly dropping out of her chair and collapsing to the ground in shame. She flinched. Ready for blows or laughter or disgust. Something that would just affirm what she already knew – she was a bad person.