Page 42 of Possess Us
It looks like the entrance to a dark and twisted playground for all things spooky.
And I bring two very real demons to play. Plus, the one still inside me, of course.
As we walk through it, the giant face laughs maniacally at all the souls willingly walking into his dominion.
‘This is just offensive,’ Pain mutters, looking up at the speakers. ‘We don’t laugh like that.’
‘Do you have horns?’ I ask. ‘I mean, when you’re not possessing people?’
‘Oh,’ Lust grins. ‘We have horns. Horns for days.’ He wags his eyebrows suggestively.
‘What does that even mean?’ Pain grumbles.
‘That I have horns,’ Lust says. ‘And that I will fuck her with them.’
Pain rolls his eyes as Lust chuckles to himself.
The smoke clears, and the whole carnival comes into view.
It’s amazing!
A rollercoaster zooms down a track before rising up and doing an amazing loop. The rattle of tracks accompanies countless screams and whoops.
A hand slides in mine. I look to see it’s Lust. He looks ahead.
I twitch when Pain takes my other hand. He’s watching me and gives my hand a firm squeeze. A painful one, which reminds me of the way he crushed my hand only an hour or so ago. I know he could do it again so easily. That he would probably love nothing more than to do it again. To make me scream in pain as everyone else around us gets their thrills from rollercoasters and cheap scares.
My bones grind together, but I don’t cry out. I let him take his pain. Let him release a gentle moan as he feels it.
‘You have had your fill,’ Lust reminds him. ‘Let her be. For now, at least.’
His grip eases, and they walk on, taking me with them. A fog bank seems to follow us from behind, drifting past our feet and surging forward like a determined tide. Music drifts into the air, playing from old speakers on high posts.
A joyful tune meant to be playful, but slow and out of tune, so instead it’s creepy as fuck. A waltz for the damned swirlingthrough the now fog-filled air welcomes us here. A warped carnival tune like a broken music box will be the soundtrack to more death. More destruction.
And will bring me one step closer to my revenge and freedom.
‘I’ve never been to a carnival before,’ I tell them. ‘Never been on a ride. Eaten candy floss. Played the games.’
‘We know,’ Lust replies, taking a candy floss stick from a pretty young woman who goes crimson as he smiles sweetly at her. She hands it over, too stunned by his beauty and effect on her.
He then hands it to me, his smile wider.
‘Thank you.’ I take a bite. It’s so sweet as it melts on my tongue. My eyes widen, and I take another bite, the sugar rush already hitting hard and fast.
When my candyfloss is gone, Pain takes a toffee apple from a man about to enjoy his first bite. The man doubles over, clutching his chest, the apple forgotten. Pain hands me the apple.
He watches me take a bite and seems content with my reaction.
It’s fucking divine!
A rollercoaster shoots overhead, the wheels on the metal rack rattling. Legs dangle and feet kick out as they pass over us, whooping and wailing. I don’t think rides are on the agenda this evening. My demons don’t even look up, utterly unbothered by the festivities. They are determined to reach wherever they are taking me.
I jump when a man dressed as the creepiest clown I have ever seen walks past us on stilts. He lets out a deranged giggle as he waves a bloody hammer over his head, swaying on his pin-striped, elongated legs. His bright red hair matches his red nose. But his makeup is streaked and smudged.
Another man skates past us at speed before making a U-turn and falling to his knees, skidding to a stop at my feet. He wields achainsaw and is covered in fake blood. His chest is bare, muscled and oiled to make him look sweaty.
He pulls out a knife and runs his tongue up the blade whilst looking me dead in the eye.
