Page 2 of Possess Us
And the haunting silence soon after.
As a conduit, this is my purpose. I am the bridge between the Brotherhood and the demons in Hell who are bound to them.
They spread their evil, kill and sacrifice innocents in the name of Lucifer, and in return, I am the vessel for which Lucifer pays them for their service.
I was eighteen when my powers awoke. The day after my birthday, they found me and bought me here.
I won’t say my life before capture was perfect. I was a child of the state, brought up in various homes and child welfare centres. But I got through it. Through school. Through the bullies who mocked my clothes.
I was about to get my own flat before they found me.
Xion has been the Brotherhood’s Master for over a hundred years. He looks no older than thirty-five. But that’s what you get when you and a group of upper-class privileged fuckers worship the devil. Endless money. Undisputed power. Eternal youth. And the ability to get away with anything.
The Brotherhood has never been caught for any of the hundreds of laws they’ve broken. Never been charged. Barely even been questioned. Despite hundreds of missing children, corporate espionage, tax dodging and endless sexual assault allegations. Everything seems to just get blurred and forgotten.
I’m pretty sure that the police could walk in, see me chained up, and still walk away without a word of warning to the bastards.
‘Will you be a good girl for the celebrations?’ he asks.
Maintaining eye contact with him is like staring into a blue flame. It hurts. But I never look away.
He kneels, his elbows resting on his knees, careful not to crinkle his suit.
The handcuff around my wrist rattles against the pipe it’s connected to as I shift.
‘Fuck you,’ I reply with a smile.
He lunges and grabs my face, making me yell. The tips of his fingers dig into my cheeks, and his serenity is now a boiling rage. He said he managed to break the last conduit in three months. She walked freely in the house, ready and willing for all the men.
The one before that was less. Her will was crushed quickly.
The last conduit was killed by the three colossal assholes who live here with Xion. They went too far. She died as all women do in this place.
Naked. Screaming. Brutalised.
It’s been two years, and I still need to be chained or I try to escape. I don’t care if I die. All I’ll be doing is exchanging one hell for another. Demons already touch me, so I know where my soul is destined. There’s a spot in Hell with my name on it.
And conduits have notoriously short life spans.
The men can never control themselves indefinitely. One or more will always go too far and kill us.
And if I am to die, I would rather Xion do it. He’s cruel, but he has never touched me more than he is now. He seems to avoid it at all costs.
I believe he is tied directly to Lucifer. I can’t be sure, but I think he gets his power from the Brotherhood’s corruption and the human sacrifices he makes.
He should frighten me the most. But it’s not him I fear.
Tyler, Kai and Nate stand by the door watching Xion. The three newest members of the Brotherhood.
They replaced three others who died shortly before I came. I’m the first conduit they have had.
I wish I knew what happened to the other three who died. I saw Xion get stabbed in the chest by a sacrifice who slipped past him once. The wound healed instantly.
These men are psychopaths. None so much as these three, who are new to the power and pleasure they get from me.
They nudge one another and share a familiar and sick sort of excitement.
Xion’s grip on me eases, turning into a soft caress down my cheek before he guides my focus to the three behind him.
