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“Stormie!” Khalid shouts as the screams coming up from down below intensify. Then they stop.

Leno screams again, his voice cracked.

Breaking.

Shrill and terrified.

“Don’t!” Enoch shouts as he turns his head to Stormie as she approaches me. They’ve recently become engaged for a political alliance, but he’s in loved with her. He takes a step towards her, but she throws up a light-pink shield around herself, then steps into my shadows, going where he cannot.

The smell of her fear teases the Craving. It wants me to turn to her, to focus my power on consuming her life, but all my attention is still on my phone, on the torture my wife is going through. Alone.

Four hours. Thirty-eight minutes.

I need to get to her now.

Climbing to my feet, I walk towards the door. Stormie wraps me in her magic before I can take two steps. I slam my shoulder against her wall of pink, furious and desperate to get to Micha. The fucking wall holds. Her magic hums with power as it feeds on mine, coaxing me to release more. The more I do, the stronger it gets, the weaker I become. My shadows fill the bubble as I continue to pulse, and I start to panic as it gets harder and harder to see my phone. To see Micha. To be with her in the only way I can.

I’m bathed in total darkness. Even the screen’s light is gone. But I can still hear that man talking, and now I can hear my wife getting slapped around. How many men have abused her in those four hours and thirty-eight minutes?

Exhaustion hits me like a fucking semi running a red light. I struggle to keep my eyes open as my shadows start to disappear, my magic drained by Stormie’s shield.

My limbs feel like lead is coursing through my veins, and I sway on my feet. My eyes stay latched onto the screen. The phone has been passed to Antonio, and the man who was behind the camera is now in view. I finally have a face to go with the voice of the man I’m going to kill.

And a body.

And a cock.

My heart bursts. My power pulses beneath my skin, wild and furious but too drained to be released. Just bleeding eternally. I can’t help her. I can’t stop this.

They’re holding her down, forcing her legs apart, and he is lining up his cock with her pussy.

“I knew you’d like this,” he lies.

She doesn’t like any part of this. That’s so fucking clear.

Once I get my hands on him, I’m taking his off. Piece by piece, I’ll butcher him slowly over four years, thirty-eight days.

“You have a fucking ugly cunt. It would be better to fuck a pig, but you’re just begging me to take you, aren’t you, whore?”

I’m going to feed him to the fucking pigs he loves.

“Give me the phone, Varius,” Khalid says as he moves in front of me. Stormie’s bubble is gone, as are my shadows.

I pull away from him, my eyes unwavering. I can’t stop watching it. I can’t leave her alone.

“And I’m nothing if not a nice guy.”

He thrusts into her.

She arches in agony.

Rudy snatches the phone out of my grasp, my fingers too weak to hold it.

I scream at him, but he just tosses the phone aside, then throws his arms around me. He hugs me. Holds me back.

I try to push him away, not wanting to take any comfort when Micha doesn’t have any.

But he doesn’t let me go.