Page 58 of Possess Us
He takes my chin and holds it when I go to look at the door.
‘Not everyone will die. Most of those who I changed will not die. They will deliver the punishment of death to those who deserve it. Whose souls are already marked.’
‘But won’t they then be marked? If they kill, won’t they be destined for Hell?’
‘No. Their actions are mine. The weight of guilt falls onto me. And I belong in Hell already, so it’s no additional weight to me.’
His hands rest on my hips, and he pulls me close, fitting perfectly between my legs. I look at his chest. At the deep scars and rough stitches. Reaching out, I run my fingers across them. The lines are raised.
‘It’s time to go,’ he says, lowering my hand and stepping back. But not before collecting my underwear and putting them in his trouser pocket.
I can’t believe he put them inside me and then fucked me.
I can’t believe he did all the things he did. All those bugs will give me nightmares for the rest of my life! I shudder, remembering how it felt to be swarmed by them.
He holds out his hand. I take it, and he helps me, as though he is suddenly a gentleman.
Well, he did make me cum so hard I saw the stars, so perhaps he is a gentleman.
A demonic one with a fear kink.
But still.
The horrors leave us alone as we make our way through the house. We walk through as though we’re nothing but smoke. The monsters glance at us but continue causing their mayhem as if we’re not there.
His hand settles on my lower back, and he guides me through this nightmare, holding open the doors that locked shut for me.
Back outside, the cool night air hits me hard. A vast contrast compared to the hot stuffiness of the house. The smell of damp, sweat and the fake fog is gone, replaced with the smell of bonfires, fried sugar and cooked meat.
But it is not the same carnival I left behind.
The air is filled with screams, manic laughter and monstrous roars. The rides continue, holding terrified people fighting off all manner of creatures manifested from Fear’s power. Costumes come to life. Statues move.
I gasp and grip Fear’s arm when the clown on the stilts passes me. His arms are nearly three metres long. His legs, too. He stalks past us like a beast on hands and feet, his back bent and distorted. The comical red nose is now a part of him. His eyes sunken and teeth sharp.
‘Heeellllpppp… meeeee…’he groans, black goo oozing from his mouth.
It’s fucking horrifying.
Fear scoffs out a laugh as he watches the creepy ass clown pass us. The more I look around, the more I realise that the effects of all three of them have seeped out. Some people are fucking out in full view. Others wander, breaking their own fingers or slicing their faces with their fingernails.
‘They won’t hurt you,’ Fear says. ‘But if you try to run, I will send them after you to bring you back to us.’ His hand settles on my hip, keeping me close. ‘Then I will bring back those creepy crawlies. Thousands of them. Crawling all over you for days and days.’
I shudder violently at the thought. ‘You said if I wanted you to stop, you would.’
‘That was before.’
‘Before?’
‘Before you survived me. Survived us all.’
‘So I passed your trials and now I can’t ever get away?’
He looks down and softly smiles.
‘That is precisely what it means. And you know it. You belong to us, and we will never let you go. Just as agreed.’ He looks up and nods. Ahead, Pain and Lust stand side by side, waiting. Watching us approach. ‘You are now a conduit to demon lords. You serve us. And if you behave and are a good girl for us, we will serve you back.’
We stop in front of Pain and Lust. Fear reaches over, resting his hand on the back of Pain’s head before pulling him in. The two rest their foreheads against one another for several seconds, looking into one another’s eyes. He does the same to Lust.
