Page 61 of The House of Whispers

“Let it win.” I whispered to her, holding her arms fiercely. “Let the evil seep into your veins and pump into your dark heart.” I leaned against her ear as she visibly struggled. “Let. Her. Out.”

The shaking immediately stopped and Casper’s eyes shot open, burning a bright purple.

They moved to me, glowing as she rose, my hands remaining tight around her arms. “Is death ready to play?” I asked, carefully watching her.

Casper’s head tilted, her expression shifting, turning sinister as a smirk grew along her mouth.

The smell of blood forced me to open my eyes, straining as my head throbbed. My mind felt as though it was spinning as I forced my arms to lift myself. A loud ringing pierced my eardrums, my hands grabbing my ears in reaction as I groaned in pain. The smell only thickened when my hands passed my face. I peeled my eyes open further, observing my hands as they faded into view.

Staring down at my open palms, tears formed in my eyes. My hands were covered in blood, fully soaked. My natural skin tone was completely absent, the dark red staining all of me. Glancing down, I noticed that I was in the bed at the center of Jakkal’s room—naked. Panic and fear washed over me as my hand ripped the bedding back only to find my entire body drenched in blood. It pooled around me in the bed, soaking into the sheets.

A scream filled my ears as I stumbled from the bed, falling onto the ground, blood smearing from my movements. My breathing was frantic as my wet, blood-soaked hair clung to my face.

What the hell happened?!My eyes searched the dark room, desperately trying to grasp the reality of my situation.

The sounds of movement drew my attention back to the bed as he rolled to where I had been laying, soaked in blood himself, his fox mask fully red from the blood. “Well, this is disappointing.” He groaned, leaning over the edge of the bed, his stained body fully exposed.

My hands lifted my chest as my knees remained bent before me, my backside against the floor. “What happened?” I cried, “What the hell happened?!”

Jakkal sighed, lowering his head. “I really hoped you had finally released yourself fully to the darkness.”

My face twisted in confusion, crawling away as he stood and stepped toward me. “Stay away from me!”

Jakkal stopped, releasing a soft laugh. “That’s not how you felt last night.”

Excuse me?

Here,his voice filled my head, it’s time you remembered everything.

“What does that mean?” I cried, watching as Jakkal raised his hand, magik forming in his palm.

“It means, little ghost,” his magik swam toward me, wrapping around my skull as I tried to fight it off. “That it’s time you stopped suppressing your memories.”

My brain felt as though hundreds of needles were stabbing it over and over. I screamed, clawing at my scalp as his magik moved inside my skull. “Stop!” Tears poured from my eyes as I fell, banging my head against the floor. “Stop!”

“No!” Jakkal screamed back, his hand still extended toward me as he continued to control my mind. “I’ve been patient with you, Casper, but enough is enough.” My torso lifted, arms at my side as I raised my head and screamed, power emanating from my body. The pain was excruciating. “Stop fighting it, Casper!” Jakkal raised his other arm, forcing his magik deeper into my subconsciousness. “Let the darkness out!”

Violet magik flowed from me, circling us as I continued to fight his power. Jakkal’s magik mimicked mine, orange and purple flames consuming the room, spiraling around in a vortex of dark power. The volume of the room increased, drowning my screams.

It’s time to become your true self.Jakkal’s voice echoed through my brain, whispering in loops, overlapping one another.This world doesn’t deserve you, Casper. It’s time you show them the real you.

I am not this darkness you claim me to be.

Yes, you are.

As the words fell into my brain, the room collided, bursting as magic rained down on me, consuming, burning my being into a memory. What I experienced played through my brain as if it occurred before me for the very first time.

Jakkal ran the cold blade along my bare chest, my senses heightened as I was once again blindfolded; I was strapped tightly to a chair, my body fully exposed. My nipples hardened as the smooth, cold blade slid across my breasts, my back arching faintly as it moved along my sternum and along the inner part of my thigh. Moans escaped me, my body enjoying every second as my muscles fought against the bindings that were tied roughly around my wrists and ankles.

My inner thigh burned, jolting as he sliced my skin ever so lightly. I could feel the warm drop of blood as it rolled down my thigh toward my center. He leaned down, his mask scraping my abdomen as his tongue ran along my thigh licking the blood clean from my skin. His tongue traced the small slice, his hands firmly gripping my legs. “Oh, sweet death,” he whispered against my leg as he kneeled.

My head had raised high, my wrists pulling the restraints tight, almost cutting the blood flow from my hands as his tongue moved along my skin. “Yes,” I moaned, my voice faint as I struggled to form words through intense heavy breathing.

“You tastemarvelous.” Jakkal’s mouth slowly made its way to my stomach, then my chest, consuming every inch of my body. He kissed my breasts, licking my hardened nipples, piercing them fiercely with his teeth as the tip of his mask scratched my brands, sending a wave of pain that tied into my pleasure. His lips traveled to my neck as the cold kiss of the blade ran along my collarbone, delicately slicing as it shadowed him. I enjoyed the pain I experienced, increasing as his tongue traced the fresh cut as the blade rested against my nipple. As I moaned, taking in the moment, my back arched, causing the blade to nick the tip of my nipple. I gasped, the pain surprisingly adding to my euphoria.

“Do you want me to stop?” Jakkal breathed, his mouth moving to my ear.

“No,” was all I could manage.

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