Page 1 of Possess Us
Chapter 1
Willow
The drugs must be wearing off. The darkness the pills put me into slowly ebbs away, and I return to the land of the living.
Unfortunately.
My head hits the wall as I’m shoved to the floor. Lights spark behind my eyes at the sharp knock, and everything spins.
Unforgiving hands grip my wrist, and with a metallic click of my handcuff, I know I’m back in the attic. Blinking, I focus on getting my senses back in order. Dull blue eyes are the first thing I see. Deep frown lines are next. Strange how I can see his hatred for me etched into his face.
Even though he smiles at me. Even as he gently sweeps my damp hair from my face and playfully taps the end of my nose. I know he loathes me.
But I’m clean. My biweekly wash is over. The freezing cold water and gritty soap are still a pleasant alternative to being stuck in here with the chains and a toilet, even though I’m high as a kite when they take me out of this room and barely conscious.
Being drugged is like a mini holiday compared to the rest of my life.
‘Comfortable?’ he asks, adjusting the strap on my black nightdress so it sits neatly on my shoulder. Heaven forbid I’m not well presented.
I smile softly. My eyes offering slow and tired blinks, but I make sure he knows I’m not afraid. That I’m not going to beg.
‘Perfectly comfortable. Thank you,’ I reply. I lean forward. ‘If anything, I think the cuffs could be a little tighter.’ I wriggle my fingers and waggle my eyebrows.
His eye twitches, and his smile goes just a little rigid. Other people wouldn’t notice, but I sure as shit do. I won’t let him see me beg or cry. I did that for the first few months. Then, I tried anger. That didn’t work, either. So, after two years of being held by the Moon Brotherhood, such a stupid fucking name, I’ve learned that my only power is to annoy and enrage. To slightly inconvenience.
So that’s precisely what I will do for as long as I can.
With another click, my skin pinches around my wrist. The cuffs are as tight as they will go without cutting off all the blood supply.
‘Thank you,’ I smile sweetly before scrunching up my nose. ‘So snug.’
Yay. Another eye twitch.
‘Are we done?’ I ask. ‘I have spiders to count.’
The Brotherhood Master takes a deep breath and straightens his tie before speaking to me.
‘In three days, the rest of the Brotherhood will arrive for their time with you and to perform our monthly ceremonies. I want you rested and filled with a sweet attitude for their arrival.’
Frederick Xion stands over me with that smile. The one that isn’t true. That is filled with enjoyment for the suffering he’s inflicting, not for any other reason.
The Brotherhood’s arrival is a monthly torture I must endure. Four members live here in the house, making my life bad enough all month. The other two are married and only visit for top-ups and the sacrifice ceremonies. I’m handed to each member for a night, and they can do as they want with me. Well, whatever is needed to boost their power.
I don’t officially know the demon each member is connected to. But each one does certain things that make me suspicious.
Killian makes me eat as much food as I can until I vomit. Then he makes me eat again. He smears me in food and licks it off me. He once laid me down on a table laid out with a banquet of cakes and chocolate and fucked me as he shoved French Fancies in my mouth.
Pretty sure he is tied to a gluttony demon.
He left with all the power he could need for whatever he does in the outside world.
Holt ties me up and has his wife ‘play’ with me. It sends him into a jealous rage every time because he hates anyone being near his precious wife. Last time, she tied me to a chair and knelt between my legs, using her tongue to make me writhe. I had to admit… I didn’t entirely hate that session.
I think he’s tied to a jealousy demon because he was so angry with me that he kicked me so hard between my legs I pissed blood.
I’m not supposed to be too hurt by the Brotherhood because then I may not work properly. I was given a month off to recover, which was nice, but seeing as I have been washed and am now getting a talking to, my holiday is ending.
Worse than all that are the sacrifices. They procure what they call innocents. It can be a virgin man or woman. But it’s almost always a child. One they strap down on their altar and… I can’t even think of it. I’m sealed away during the ceremonies, locked up in a box at their church where they worship their demons andkill their human sacrifices. But I hear their cries. Their terrified little voices.
