Page 28 of Possess Us
I’ve never seen that before. And I don’t think he will let me live long enough to see it again. He’s utterly enraged...becausehe’s frightened.
I bet he has fucked most of the women in this room. Probably in front of the pathetic cuck hold old impotent fucks who will be bidding at tonight's auction.
But now he’s scared.
Nate can’t kill me here. He can’t make any more of a scene than he already has. Because if the organisers find out I’ve got in, they will want to destroy anything associated with a breach to protect their other clients.
So yes. I’m smiling. He can’t do shit.
‘Let me go,’ I warn. ‘Or I will scream.’
Nate towers over me. How the fuck he seems to grow several inches in height, I have no idea. But the blood lust in his eyes burns the back of my throat. It’s ferocious.
‘I will scream, Nate.’ I tell him. ‘Enjoy explaining to these sadistic fuckers why the girl you brought two years ago is back inside here as an unauthorised guest.’
I lift a brow and wait, watching his thoughts churn and churn in his head. I can almost hear them. He knows precisely what will happen to him if I’m discovered.
When his gaze settles back on me, I know he’s made a choice. He’s not happy about it, and I know that he has nothing but vengeance on his mind.
‘So, what’s the plan here, Willow?’ He removes his hand from my throat and casts yet another anxious look around the room. At the women in jewels. At the men in tailored suits. ‘You snuck out to do what, exactly? You know I will be dragging you back to the mansion and spending several days making you pay for this, right? Oh, Willow,’ he laughs angrily, leering into my face and snarling his words through gritted teeth. ‘The things I will do to you.’ He grabs my wrist so tight I have to focus on not making a sound. ‘You try to run, I will break your fucking legs.’
The music stops, and the crowd all turn to the stage.
A woman dressed as a circus ring mistress steps out on the elevated platform. Her red coat sparkles with sequins. A black corset and a pair of red and black hot pants hug her tiny frame. And a top hat sits atop her blonde curls.
‘Ladies, gentlemen,’ she greets. ‘Ghosts and ghouls,’ she adds, inviting a ripple of forced laughter. ‘Are we ready for our third lot this evening?’
The atmosphere shifts in that second, becoming thick and filled with tension. Everyone shifts, facing forward and inching closer to the stage.
Her lips are stained red. They always were. Vibrant and thin, revealing unnaturally white teeth. Her lips curl up in the most seductive of smiles. A smile that doesn’t match the cold, empty, lifeless eyes coated in thick eyeshadow and mascara.
If anyone here deserves to be sent to Hell, it’s her. I’m doubtful she even has a soul.
As the applause dies down, she gestures to the curtain behind her.
‘This rare beauty is an exclusive treat.’
The red velvet curtain opens.
There’s no cage. There’s always a cage. Inside should be the poor soul about to be auctioned at this slaughterhouse, dressed in a silk nightdress and trembling all over.
Instead, it’s a steel table with leather restraints. A second table is wheeled out, and dozens of sharp instruments are laid out in neat lines.
I realise then that the ring mistress is looking straight at me.
‘What a delight to see you again, my sweet child.’
I’m grabbed by both arms before her words can sink in. Before realisation truly hits.
She knows I'm here.
The girl whose soul belongs to the demons.
The curl of her lips increases as she ever so slightly nods her head in my direction.
I’m gripped tight by the two men in black suits and a simple black mask which covers the top half of their faces.
Everyone around me steps back. Surprise and excitement surround them as I’m manhandled and dragged to the stage. I scream for help, pulling against them with all I have.
