I look at my arm to see this big circle place that was where his hand was. It wasn't like a bruise or a burn though. It was shimmery and it changed colors like every second. What the hell just happened. He didn't even know I was a witch he could siphon, aka take my magic by touching me, he was just grabbing me. I bend down and sit on the floor beside him. His facial features were now softened since he was unconscious.

How can someone be so angry all the time. Oh, wait I know why. He got sent here. By his father of all people and the Gemini Coven. Why did they send him here? I can't believe he has been here for so long. I almost felt bad for him, if I know what that felt like. No matter the situation, being here was hell. I reach out to move some hair that has fallen on his forehead. Moving his hair didn't hurt me, so I guess hair doesn't count. Why can't I touch him though without feeling pain? Is that part of the consequences? Just then he starts to stir awake.

"What the hell did you do to me," he asks groggily.

"Me?" I scoff, "you're the one who grabbed my arm."

"You stabbed me," he fires back, still lying on the kitchen floor.

"You killed me and were being a dick, and I don't take shit from anybody," I justify my actions.

"Whatever," he mutters, "So you're a witch huh?" he smirks.

"A broken, got messed up in the factory, but they sell the toys anyway, kind of witch, yeah," I answer.

"What do you mean?" he was now being rational.

"I can't use my magic. I can only use it if I siphon other magic," I confess quietly.

"What?" he raises up, eyes wide, "what did you just say!"

"I don't want to repeat myself," I tell him.

"I am the same way... I can only use magic by siphoning other magic too," he says thinking out loud and not like he is having a conversation.

"That's impossible," I state, "The Gemini said there was only one other witch like me and they said that person was..." I trail off, "taken care of," I whisper, "So that'd be you wouldn't it be?"

He stands up and smirks, "guilty," he raises his hand, "well this just got way more fun. Except for the fact that you can't get us out of here, way to go."

"How long have you been here again?" I blurt out, I wasn't paying attention if he said it before.

He looks a little thrown off by the question, "14 years, like I said I was sent here in 1994, the year it always is here."

"14... oh my god," I mumble. I could be here forever, "shouldn't you be older then?"

"Nope," he smirks, "I am 22 and haven't aged a day in this Prison World," he waves his hands around gesturing it, "I should be in my 40's. But I love looking like an enteral sexy witch," his smile widens.

I roll my eyes, well his ego is huge and he is old. "How old are you?"

"I am 22, I guess forever now," I say. I get up off the ground. "So, am I living here now or something?"

He laughs, "Can't have you leaving now that I know you're valuable, huh?" he turns to go upstairs, "pick any room you want."

I decided to snoop around his house. It looks like it would in 1994 I am guessing. I see pictures of a family. When I looked closer I can see Kai, other kids, and his dad. His stupid dad that was one of the ones who sent me here. I keep looking until I hear a voice behind me.

"What do you think you're doing?"

It startles me. It was Kai obviously. Gotta get use to being with someone else.

"Just looking around, if I am going to be living here I might as well look right?" I turn around to a mad looking Kai, when does he not look like that? "Is this your family?"

He slams his hand on the wall behind me causing one of the pictures to fall, "You really want to know, oh so brave one?" he has a sinister smile.

I step up to him, "Yeah, I do, you aren't keen on sharing."

"I killed them, well most of them anyway," he says so proudly. My jaw drops. "You couldn't tell? In case you haven't figured it out by now, I am a sociopath," he shrugs like it is no big deal.

My breathing picks up, I am not scared of him, just excited and interested. What kind of person doesn't get scared of someone like him? I guess I could not judge him and I am the same, that is probably why.

"Why are you not like running out of this house right now?" he asks me confused, "You did hear me right?" he flashes his hand in front of my face.

That is when I grab it to see if I could cause the same thing he did. He starts yelling in pain, and it hurts me too. His face starts to go blurry as I pass out.