Page 31 of My Demon Charming

Blood everywhere. Red everywhere. And when Lucian pulls back he spits something on the floor. It rolls within my field of vision, and I just about throw up.

It’s a cockhead. Kevin’s cockhead, to be precise.

“You fucking cunt!” Kevin shouts and takes hold of Lucian’s head. He punches him.

Again and again and again.

It seems whatever strength Lucian had garnered for his rebellion isn’t strong enough to last. But at least Kevin’s stopped raping him. At least he’s only hitting him.

Which is still as disgusting, but at least he fought back. Right?

The blood in my mouth chokes me, and I spit it out. The heat inside me? It explodes. It bursts. And with it, my eyes roll back.

Something passes through me. A breeze. A shadow. A feeling that makes me tense. It overtakes my body. Slowly at first, a fingertip here, a foot there. But it soon flows through me, and the creature within me takes control.

Hello, Master Jung. So nice to finally meet you, it says inside my head.

It’s not exactly words though. More of a feeling. Like images translated into words.

Mom had tried to describe the feeling of the eldritch creatures possessing her body. She’d described it as something wild inside that felt like it needed to be tamed but couldn’t. Something that was both a part of her and not.

That’s…that’s exactly how I feel now. And when the dark, slithery tentacles burst through my stomach, it doesn’t hurt. They don’t cut me. They’re like a shadow of the creature inside. They don’t hurt me. They don’t disrupt the sanctity of my body. They exist both within me and outside. And they slap Kevin off his feet.

The compulsion of his blood bond inside me eases, and I find myself suddenly standing. Three tentacles touch the floor, propping me up while the other five curl back. I fill my lungs with air. As I breathe out, they unfurl, punching Kevin multiple times, each tentacle another hit that bruises not just his body but also his ego.

Mmm, revenge. It’s so tasty.

Again, the words are more like emotions. Like visions more than words, but they feel so good.

Because they’re right.

Hurting Kevin feels tasty as fuck.

Kevin attempts to stand on his feet while fire erupts from his hands.

Amateur. Pathetic.

He is. Because the fire doesn’t hurt. It doesn’t affect me whatsoever. Not me, and definitely not the tentacles. I’m an eldritch master right now. Earthly elements can’t touch me.

The tentacles acting as my legs bring me closer to Kevin and make me rise taller than him in all possible ways and meanings of the word.

He’s just a worthless human trying to hurt someone bigger, stronger, and crueler than him.

He punches my stomach with a fiery fist. My skin doesn’t even react. It doesn’t even bounce. But the tentacles? I take full control and wrap them around his arms and legs, using two more to stab him in the chest.

More. More. Hurt him more.

“With pleasure,” I say. My voice sounds foreign. Demonic. Eldritch.

I pull the two tentacles apart inside Kevin. One cuts up, the other cuts down. When they’re free, Kevin falls away in two parts, split in half like he’s nothing but papier-mâché.

The monster within bursts with enjoyment. It’s not the only one. I look at Kevin’s body. I look and look. I can’t get enough of it. Because he’s dead.

He’s finally dead.

And my suffering is done.

For good.

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