Page 6 of Possess Us
Unable to fall forward because he still has my hair gripped firmly in his fingers, I’m left looking up at the bastard. That glorious, sadistic fucking bastard. His head is tilted back as the boost he’s received settles in his bones. When he lowers his gaze, he sneers at me like I’m a filthy rat.
‘You’re welcome, Whore,’ he pants.
‘Drop dead, psycho.’ I lower myself and wince as I pull on the cuffs. ‘The heater. Turn off the heater!’
I look to Nate. He turned the heater up full to hurt me. He likes pain. I meet his unforgiving glare. Those soulless windows reflect back nothing but my own depravity.
‘No.’
I spit what’s left in my mouth straight into his face. Cum and my spit slide down his face. He strikes me hard, splitting my lip and knocking me down to the ground.
I sit up straight and lick the blood off before laughing.
‘That wasn’t very nice,’ I pout.
‘Let’s go.’ Tyler drapes his arm over Nate’s shoulder. ‘This has made me harder than a rock. I need to fuck something. I’m heading to Gina’s party. She’s always up for being used. Fancy it?’
Pig.
‘I'm hunting tonight,’ Kai replies.
‘And I have tickets to an auction,’ Nate says.
They leave, talking about their evening plans.
Only Kai stops at the door’s threshold. He looks at the heating controls, and I fill with relief when he presses the buttons.
‘We’ll see you in a couple of days. Thanks for the throat fuck.’ He offers me a wink and shuts the door. The lock clicks as he turns the key.
It takes a few minutes to realise that the pipe isn’t getting cooler. But hotter. The bastard has turned it up.
I swear that one way or another, I will destroy them all.
The room is a sweltering box of heat. The pipe slowly burns away layer after layer of flesh leaving me delirious with dehydration and pain. I can’t be sure if what I see is true. If the voices in my mind are my own. If the whisperings in the shadows are real or in my head.
All I can think about is revenge. Making them pay. The smell of my burning skin makes me sick. The pain is all-consuming.
Perhaps Nate is better at this than I thought.
Wake up. We are bored and want to talk.
‘I am awake.’
Then why are your eyes not open?
I hoped I could sleep through the slow torture of my heated restraints. My friends have other ideas, it seems.
Despite the pain, I open my eyes. Above me is a shadow. A swirling mass of darkness hovers over me, moving slowly. Almost thrumming. As a child, my mother said it was nothing but the remnants of sleep. A nightmare following me into the waking world as my brain catches up with the fact that I am no longer asleep.
‘Just ignore it and it will go. It will fade.’
It did. I would wake up and see all sorts of things. Spiders descending from the ceiling. Long fingers gripping the bedroom door. Shadows with eyes. So, I would close my eyes, ignore them, and they would fade back into my subconscious.
That was until I was put in here. Strange what boredom does to a girl. The shadows came.
And I said hello.
Eventually, the shadows said hello back.
