Page 14 of Possess Us
‘Is he jealous?’ I tease, resting the bat over my shoulder, a little satisfied smirk on my lips. ‘Can’t he be your vessel? He’s gorgeous.’
The bat rises again, ready to smash into the scarecrow’s skull.
‘Ok! Ok! No to the scarecrow. I hear you!’
I stare at the unconscious guy, waiting with bated breath to see if I’m about to kill him.
I really hope not. That would be one hell of a shame.
I gasp as my arm shoots forward, the bat pointing deeper into the maze.
That way. Now.
‘Yeah, yeah. Okay. Mind giving me back control over my body?’
My arm falls to my side. And I head deeper into the maze.
I pass crazed doctors. Various versions of topless cult horror classics. And slutty versions of everything from nuns to Teletubbies.
But it’s the centre of the maze my demons lead me. To an arched entrance with a black silk curtain blocking the view of what lies inside. I step closer. The music beyond is heavy. Strobe lights flash through the curtain.
The demons want me to go in there.
‘One of the vessels is in there?’
Yes.
‘Great.’ I give the bat a little twirl. ‘Let’s go say hi.’
Chapter 4
Willow
Nowthisis a party. I stand in the doorway and look at what I can only describe as a horror-themed strip club.
I may hate Gina. But she clearly knows how to have a good time.
There are stripper poles with the most hauntingly beautiful women moving as though they were born to show that pole a good time. There are raised podiums where oiled-up gods move their hips in a way that has my jaw on the floor.
The smell of weed hangs heavy in the air. Half-naked jesters are offering trays of champagne and whisky. I grab a flute of champagne as it passes and down it in one before returning the empty glass to the server.
It’s a large space with tables and chairs placed on the grass. Some people are playing poker around a large table. I'm guessing strip poker, seeing as most of them are in their underwear with their costumes piled up in a heap on the ground. Some are sitting there naked, clearly the losers of previous games. Tits, arses and dicks are out in the wind.
But the masks stay on.
The dancers are exciting the audience. Couples are playing with each other. A pretty blonde cheerleader zombie is kissing a priest’s neck.He’swatching the bare-breasted dancer in a pink thong and golden cheetah mask spin around the pole as his girlfriend strokes his cock back and forth. He doesn’t look away, utterly entranced by the dancer.
She is beautiful.
He takes his girl’s hair in his hand and encourages her to her knees, guiding her mouth onto his twitching cock. He leans back, still watching the dancer, and enjoys having his dick serviced.
I can’t look away.
There, Little Soul.
I turn.
That’s when I see him.
