Page 20 of Beautiful Nightmare

You are wasting my time.

Frantically,she looks around the space, attempting to find the source of my voice.

You will not findme in your room because I occupy your mind, my sweet Royce.

Now come to me.

Standing tall,her body isnaked, pussy bare.

Stepping forward, I watch as she steps delicately forward. Her body is exquisite.

I will devour her, mark her, and control her.

Swinging the door open for her, the force blows her hair back. Royce’s face is neutral, no expression, and although the tears have stopped, I feel her anxiety vibrating through each bone and breath.

Bringing her down the hall and to the stairs, her footsteps are loud.

Her dramatics fall on deaf ears as I don’t react, yet.

As she reaches the bottom, she takes in our guest of honor hanging freely in the corner of the living room. Anxiety is now turning into full-on panic. I cannot relinquish my control over her yet; she’ll try to run, and I am in no mood to chase.

Waving my arms out wide, I cheerfully welcome Royce. “So glad you can finally join us. Agatha, why don’t you tell us a fun ghost story?” Loud, wicked laughter follows. I am whole, and those who tried to suppress me shall pay.

“You ungrateful bastard,” she hisses back.

I tsk her. “Tell us a thrilling tale. Perhaps a tale of why our abilities vanished the moment you entered our lives and took us in?”

I allow Agatha to ponder this as a knife floats in the air, teasing her neck.

Forcefully, I pull Royce to stand before me.

Her petite, naked body is on display for me. My eyes take her in from head to toe, and my cock twitches against my trousers. Leaning forward, my hand cups her pussy, and it’s dry.

“You fucking bitch,” I snide.

SIT!

Her body jolts forward,then folds onto my lap stiffly.

My hand returns to her pussy, the tips of my fingers circle her clit, and just as I am about to bring my mouth to her hard pink nipples,itcatches my attention.

A mark I have never seen before on her inner thigh.

She has plenty of scars. But this one is unique and not one of her own making.

Teeth.

Rage fills my veins. My fingernails embed themselves intoher sensitive nub.

Hisfucking teeth.

Agatha chokes, gagging from the force I’m applying around her neck. The sharp tip of the knife twitches as I debate using it next.

“He’s dead,” I state plainly, my face stoic.

My hold over Royce vanishes, and she rapidly rises from my lap and attempts to scurry away from me.

I fucking think not.