“You’ve got to be shitting me right now,” Felicity remarked as she saw Jackson standing on the other side of the bars. She wasn’t delusional into thinking he was here to rescue her as she could easily tell from the look on his face that it was him that had put her here.
“Possession,” he mumbled as he unlocked the cell. She wanted to push him aside and run away but her body was weak. After dinner, she knew that her food had been laced with a small amount of wolfsbane, just enough to weaken her. She lay still on the bed, watching as he locked the cell behind him. “Do you need anything?” he asked her as he looked around.
“Yes,”
“Tell me and it's yours,”
“My freedom,” she stated simply. He frowned in obvious displeasure.
“No can do my possession,”
“Felicity,”
“What?”
“My name is Felic
