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I turned on the hot water, rinsing out our breakfast bowls. I’d just turned off the water and put the bowls on the side of the sink when a voice cracked into my head. [[Do that again and you WILL suffer! You have already disobeyed me once. You discussed us with your younger sisters. Do not push me Necara!]]

I buckled to my knees, clutching the side of the sink and swaying dizzily. -What the hell is he talking about?- I thought. I didn’t remember him saying anything about not saying anything… and what was he so narked about. Then it occurred to me. Hot water usage… someone in the shower equaled water fluctuation, usually scalding hot for the person in the shower. –Oops, I’d forgotten about that. I’ll apologize when he gets out. Sheesh, getting enslaved really screws with your memory. No joke.-

“Head spin?” asked ‘Netie, who’d wandered back in to grab another bowl of cereal.

“Un uh,” I said, touch a temple tentatively and climbing slowly to my feet.

“Huh?”

“Pretty Boy’s talking inside my head.”

“He is? Cool.”

“Not very,” I grimaced and staggered over to a kitchen chair, “It hurts.”

[[Only because you resist.]] The voice cracked a second time and I flinched.

“He’s doing it again,” ‘Netie predicted.

“You’re so right.” I winced. “And I really wish he’d stop. My heads killing me and no Panadol is going to touch this. Nnngh, I hope it’s not like this all the time. This really hurts.” Just how mulched up was the inside of my head, anyway!

[[Do you always tell them everything?]] I could actually FEEL his annoyance, the way he frowned.

I cringed again clutching my head. ((Damn it! STOP IT!)) I snarled, ((It hurts!)) There was blood in that thought. Inside my mind was still a raw mess.
I was also a little startled at finding myself answering him the same way and almost instinctively. That hurt too but not as much. I blinked. There was a shiny cable like thing inside my head now, like a phone cable link. The area all around it and at the end of it was pretty raw, especially where Pretty Boy’s thoughts kept dumping into my head. I could sort of poke at it and I knew the other end emptied into Ger boy’s mind.

–Is that why they call it ‘Bond Link?’- I thought. –Because it forges and forces the weird cable link thing into someone’s mind. No wonder most girls go into shock and don’t come out of it. On the freak o’meter this is pretty high. More than what most people would be able to take.- I wondered why I hadn’t mentally run away. It would be much easier than facing reality. I hadn’t answered his question and didn’t care.