Chapter 4- Flash of Light Problem

Chapter 4

Carmon stroked the snake on her arm, offering some comfort to Kytia. "That's horrible. How old are you now?"

"I do not know," she said with a small smile. "When I was locked in here I was due to turn eighteen in a week. I do not know how many days have passed."

A grin spread slowly across Carmon's handsome face. "Happy Birthday."

Kytia's eyes widened but she nodded and pressed the forked tongue of her enigma to her temple.

"Why did you do that?" asked Carmon, puzzled by her actions.

"It is a way of giving thanks to life for keeping me here for one year longer," she said, a small hint of a blush forming on her sculpted cheeks.

"I think it's sweet," he said, smiling at her blush.

"Right... anyway, back to the separation thingy," Kytia said.

"Right, what do I have to do?" asked Carmon.

"Well... it's a little different because I'm the girl and you're the guy. It would work differently if the genders were reversed or the we were both the same gender," she said.

"Can I ask who separated you?" asked Carmon carefuly, not wanting to hurt her.

"A fae that I met on my way back to the castle after I killed my last kill," she said with a small smile. "The fae was a woman but explained all the different variations of the seperation to me so that I could do them."

"What do we have to do?" he asked.

Kytia's cheeks blushed bright red as she said, "I must lie on the ground at your feet."

Carmon looked at her suspiciously and realised that she was being completely serious. He smiled. "Well then, what are you waiting for? Get down there."

"Well, um... you have to place me on the ground," said Kytia, her already red cheeks blushing even darker.

"Oh," said Carmon. He stepped closer to Kytia and picked her up, bridal style in his arms, pressing her close to his hard body.

He felt her body, which had been slightly stiff and tense when he picked her up relax so much that he had to check that she was still conscious.

"I must submit entirely, showing that I have trust in you for this to work," whispered Kytia, sensing Carmon's fears.

"Oh," said Carmon as he set Kytia softly onto the hard ground.

Kytia smiled slightly. "Bare your enigma to me."

Carmon took off his tank, exposing a hard, toned stomach and well-muscled chest. His enigma was in the shape of a devil's spear and covered his left pec and extended to the top of his abs. It was black in colour.

"You must press my hand to the start of my enigma. I cannot move more than my mouth by myself, it would be perceived as a sign of distrust and would forfeit the separation. You must then return to your full height and press your hand to the start of your enigma," said Kytia.

"I am guessing, by how red your cheeks are, that there cannot be clothes in between your hand and the start of your enigma," said Carmon with a small smile.

Kytia just nodded.

Carmon lowered himself to the ground, sitting down so as to not be to high to guide Kytia's body. He took her delicate hand from where it lay limply, palm up, on the hard ground and went to pull down the neck of Kytia's top when the sound of Kytia's voice stopped him in his tracks.

"They are coming," she said, her eyes looking worried.

"Do not worry. Just lay perfectly still," said Carmon.

"I have to, if I don't then the separation will not work," said Kytia quietly.

"Can people touch you without ruining the separation?" he asked.

"Anyone of the same gender as the one I am separating can touch me, including you, in any way without anything happen. They just cannot touch me if I ask or tell them to unless it is because I am telling them how to separate," said Kytia, anxiously.

"Stay still!"the harsh tone in which Carmon addressed Kytia surprised her but she soon realised why he had spoken in such a way when a large male Nigra walked into the cell.

"Having fun?" asked the man who walked in.

"She is not allowed to talk, Mark," said Carmon, turning his head to rest his eyes on the man who stood just beyond the entrance of the door. His sitting position meant that he had to look up to see the face of the other male.

A wicked smile spread across Mark's face. "So that's why we haven't been hearing her screams of pain. You have been punishing her in a different way."

"She will scream soon enough, I just like to play with my food before I eat it," said Carmon with a wicked grin.

"Do you mind if I watch a bit?" asked Mark.

"You can touch her if you like," said Carmon, stepping back and allowing Mark access to Kytia's body.

"You are a beautiful little thing, aren't you," said Mark as he traced his finger across Kytia's skin. He took his hands and pressed them into her lower abdomen, making her let out a little gasp. Mark nodded, a knowing look in his eyes which puzzled Carmon.

"Have fun, Carmon," said Mark before walking out the door and pulling it closed behind him.

Both Carmon and Kytia visibly relaxed.

Before Carmon could open his mouth to ask about what Mark had done Kytia said, "I'll tell you later. For now we really need to get this separation thingy done and get the hell out of here."

"Okay, but you tell me what that was about later," said Carmon.

"Promise. Now then, you planned to pull down the top of my shirt and then place my hand on the beginning of my enigma, right?" said Kytia.

"Yeah," said Carmon.

"That won't work. My enigma happens to curve beneath my top. It begins just... well, just under my left n****e," said Kytia and Carmon understood why her cheeks were so very red.

"Oh," said Carmon, slightly embarrased but not so much that he couldn't tease her. "Feel free to go bright red."

She blushed even harder which seemed, to Carmon, like it should be impossible.

Carmon carefully lifted Kytia's upper body off the ground and slipped off her tank top.

"You just had to choose the most embarrasing method of doing this, didn't you," groaned Kytia as Carmon unbuckled her bra and let it fall to the floor, moving it out of the way before gently lying Kytia back on the floor.

"I am a guy," said Carmon with a grin. He picked up Kytia's pale, delicate hand and placed it gently on her enigma, his hand touching her breast as he did so.

Kytia shuddered and went even brighter red as his hand touched her breast. Carmon looked at her and smiled. He stood up and pressed his own hand against the start of his own enigma at the top of his abs.

"We must speak. The words I must say are different to what you must say but you must speak first, repeat after me," said Kytia.

Carmon nodded.

"I, Carmon, stand here above Kytia, one outside of the Nigrets will. She trusts me completely. I pledge to never again follow the Nigret, to do good in the world and to make sure Kytia stays alive after our lives have bonded," said Kytia, teaching him the words that a male must say to a female separator.

Carmon repeated the words and there was a small flash of black light on the opposite side of his torso from the one his enigma was on.

Then, Kytia said her part. "I, Kytia, lie here at the feet of Carmon, one under the Nigrets will. I trust him completely. I pledge to take responsibilty for his actions should he return to the Nigrets command and to let him look after me in whatever way he deems fit."

There was a second flash of light, this time on Kytia's right breast and arm.

"You must take my hand in yours and kiss it," said Kytia.

Carmon nodded and sat down on the ground. He took Kytia's hand in his and raised it to his lips. As he kissed it Kytia whispered, "And so we shall connect and he shall be free of the evil one."

This time there was two flashes of light- one at the base of Kytia's breasts and one in the middle of Carmon't torso.

"The separation is complete," said Kytia.

"Why do you sound so strained?"asked Carmon.

"The flashes of light," said Kytia.

"What about them?" asked Carmon.

"They're not meant to happen."