Page 51 of Demons In My Head: Exposing the Exiled
As the concoction’s effects began to take hold, I turned my attention to the next phase of my plan. I needed information, intelligence on my enemies' movements. I needed to know their every step, their every breath. Only then could I strike, catching them off guard, tearing them apart from the inside out.
The concoction surged through my veins like liquid fire, igniting every nerve ending with a searing intensity. I could feel the power coursing through me, amplifying my senses to an almost unbearable degree. It was as if the world had been stripped bare, but now every detail was magnified tenfold with brilliance.
I gritted my teeth, riding out the initial wave of agony as my mind adjusted to its newfound clarity. The pain was exquisite, a reminder of the risks I was willing to take to achieve true dominance.
As the burning sensation subsided, I became aware of a new presence, a web of connections that stretched out from me like a hundred gossamer threads. There would’ve been hundreds more if it hadn’t been for that bitch and her ghost, but no matter. This was enough to do the job. Each one pulsed with energy, directly linked to the minds I had ensnared, the puppets that danced to my tune.
I grinned wickedly, my lips curling into a predatory smile. This was power in its purest form, a level of control few could even fathom.
I closed my eyes, focusing on the threads that bound me to my puppets. They were no longer mere pawns, but extensions of my own consciousness, windows into the world that allowed me to see through their eyes, hear through their ears. Let Palmer try to break my bonds again. This was raw power, the likes of which she could never compete with.
With a mere thought, I could reach out and touch one of those threads, slipping into the mind of the puppet on the other end. I chose one at random, a lowly bartender within the walls of Haunt.
Instantly, my perspective shifted, and I found myself looking through her eyes. I was in a dimly lit corridor, the walls adorned with intricate carvings that seemed to writhe and shift in the flickering torchlight. The scent of incense hung heavy in the air, mingling with the aroma of exotic spices.
I could feel the girl's thoughts, her emotions, as if they were my own. Fear and confusion swirled within her, a constant undercurrent that she struggled to suppress. She had no idea that her mind was no longer her own or that my will was dictating her every action.
I flexed my mental muscles, exerting my control over her. Her body moved in response, obeying my silent commands without hesitation. I guided her through the winding corridors, reveling in my power over her.
As we approached the main hall, I could hear the murmur of voices, a cacophony of whispers that echoed off the graffiti-covered walls. Palmer was there, preparing to address her followers, to rally them against me.
I grinned, a sinister expression that twisted the servant girl's features. They had no idea I was already among them, a snake in their midst, ready to strike.
With a mere thought, I could reach out and touch another thread, slipping into the mind of a different puppet. I jumped into the new mind with ease. This one was closer to Palmer, a trusted confidante who had been ensnared by my influence.
I could see her now, standing at the front of the hall, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall of silk. Her eyes burned with determination, her lips parted as she spoke words of defiance, words that would soon be turned against her.When she showed her arms, the scars I'd given her, I moaned deeply. I loved the way I'd marked her, permanently. And now here she was! Showing all of these people the very symbols that marked her as mine.
My dick twitched hard. Good.They should know you're mine; everyone will know.I settled back, content to watch and listen, to gather information that would aid in her downfall. My puppets were everywhere, hidden in plain sight, waiting for my command.
As Palmer's speech reached its crescendo, a rallying cry that echoed through the hall, I allowed myself a moment of satisfaction. She thought she was safe, thought she could hide from me. But I was always one step ahead, my tendrils of influence woven into the very fabric of her world.
I leaned against the cool stone wall, my body vibrating with a twisted kind of excitement as I watched Palmer command the room. Her voice rang out, rich and confident, each word a dagger that pierced the air. She stood there, her head held high, her dark hair framing her face like a wild halo, radiating power and allure. Gods, she was captivating, especially as she went on and on about how strong and powerful I was.
As she spoke, The Exiled members hung on to her every word. Their eyes shone with admiration and respect, a dangerous combination. My pulse quickened at the sight of her, lit from within by an undeniable fire. This was the woman I had craved for so long, her strength igniting something primal in me.
"Look at them," I murmured under my breath, my fingers curling into fists as desire twisted in my gut. "They think they know her." But they had no idea of the true depths of her potential, or mine.
Her words rolled over the crowd, smooth yet commanding. She rallied them with promises of freedom and justice against me, but this only fueled my obsession. Every defiant worddripped with an intoxicating blend of rebellion and vulnerability that drew me closer. I could feel my body responding instinctively to her power; it coursed through me like a heady drug.
"Imagine what she will do for me," I mused silently, an almost reverent thought weaving its way through my mind. If only they understood how much more she was capable of if properly harnessed.
She gestured emphatically, passion illuminating her deep blue eyes—eyes that once held only fear when gazing into mine but now sparked with conviction and defiance. Those eyes were magnetic; they beckoned me closer even as they stood resolute against me.
What if I could pull her back into my web? Make her understand that we could be unstoppable together? She didn't realize it yet, but beneath all that bravado was potential for manipulation! It was raw power waiting to be unleashed!
I clenched my jaw tightly to suppress a groan at the thought of bending her will to mine, of making Palmer understand just how beautifully twisted our connection could be. The thought sent shivers down my spine.
As she reached the climax of her speech, fire igniting in her tone, I felt myself lean forward instinctively. It took every ounce of restraint not to step into the spotlight beside her, to claim what was rightfully mine before anyone else dared to touch her again. How did she not see that she wouldn't be who she was right this fucking second if it wasn't for me?
This wasn’t just about control but about claiming what I desired most—a forceful partnership that would redefine power itself. And as long as Palmer Vale stood before those fools, unaware of the storm brewing beneath her fierce exterior, I knew exactly where I needed to focus my efforts next.
With this newfound power, I was unstoppable. And soon, Palmer would learn the true meaning of control, the true extent of my dominance. She would bow before me, or she would break.
Either way, I would emerge victorious.
I grinned wickedly as I heard her speaking to the ghost after the speech. I heard that ghostly bastard say something about getting to Besmet to help the leaders of The Exiled.Wait.
She was heading to Besmet? I couldn't hold back the laughter—everything was coming full circle! Asrael was in Besmet. The Exiled leaders were in Besmet. Palmer was heading there now, too? I wasn't one to be left out of anything. Ever.
