Page 27 of Possess Us
The dark power of my passengers ripples through me as they see him. As they hone in on his presence.
‘Who will take him?’ I ask.
Based on what they do to me when they need to use me as a conduit, I have my suspicions about the type of demon they worship. Tyler always made me cum, and he was tied to Lust.
So that fits.
But every scar I have received from the Brotherhood was put there by Nate.
‘Is he a violence demon? Or the demon of scars?’
Lust laughs to himself, looking around the room like he’s starving and everyone around him is the most delicious snack he has ever seen.
He looks down at me, and that hunger only intensifies.
I tilt my head back as he rests his finger beneath my chin and lowers himself to meet my gaze.
‘Time to shine, my sweet Little Soul.’ He steps back, inspecting me. With a nod, he deems me perfect and looks to Nate.
I keep my eyes on Nate, who is busy talking to an older guy with thick white hair combed back perfectly.
All the people here are hunters looking for prey.Ifyou can call anyone here prey. Is it prey if we’re tied up? If we’re drugged? If our legs are broken so we can’t run away?
I shuffle in my stupidly high stilettos, recalling the method used on me so I couldn’t run when I first came here.
Nate likes the marks their method left behind. Nate said it’s one of his favourite things about me.
I sure as shit never felt like prey in this place. I felt like a slab of meat already butchered, just waiting to be served up on a plate for some wealthy psychopath to devour.
These people aren’t hunters. They’re pathetic fuckers who wouldn’t know how to catch a wild animal if their life depended on it. So this is as good as they can get.
I look away from the old man and back to Nate.
And I stop mid-step when I see his skeletal face looking right at me.
When I swallow, my throat feels unnaturally tight.
Then I see his balled-up fists.
I know what that means and what he likes to do when angry.
Before I can think of my next thought, he’s storming straight over to me. His hand is around my throat in a second, and his face is in mine.
‘You…’ he snarls into my face. ‘How the fuck did you get out of your cage, huh?!’
He knew it was me. Straight away, he knew.
His grip on me is unforgiving and will leave a mark. That’s if he doesn’t just kill me right here and now. But through the anger, I see panic in the depths of his eyes, which are still flicking around in all directions.
No one around us looks twice as he stands over me. That’s what this place is. You pay so no one looks twice. So no one asks any questions or checks if anyone is okay.
‘How did you get in here? How did you get out?’ Finally, he looks me in the eye.
To his surprise, as well as mine, I’m smiling.
Why the fuck am I smiling? For some reason, I find this very amusing, and it takes me a few seconds to realise why.
He’s scared. Nate is actually frightened!
