Page 2 of Nightshades

Another familiar growl sounds from the two fucking. She has her hand over his mouth while she buries her face into his neck. Every thrust becomes more desperate.

Flicking my cigarette on the ground, I stomp the embers out with my steel-toe boot and start my stroll into the dark to meet Chelley. I’ll be able to fuck her. I just need to think about the way that rapists blood felt on my hands when I gutted him.

“Excuse me! Excuse me. So sorry to bother you. Do you mind helping me out?”

A voice I don’t recognize comes from behind me.

I stop in my tracks, sighing at yet another inconvenience. “I do mind. I have plans. Keep walking that way.” I point behind me, back towards the entrance. “The clubhouse will help you.” I take another step when something sharp pokes me in my side.

“Sorry. I don’t want the clubhouse, Nightmare. I only want you.”

The voice becomes distorted, and my vision begins to sway. I lose my balance as if I’ve drunk an entire bottle of gin.

“You’re going to be perfect for the experiments. I can’t wait to see what you get turned into. We’ve been watching you for a while now, and we love your…tendencies.”

I do my best to spin around, but that only causes my balance to be worse. “I’m going to fucking kill you,” I growl on a slur.

“I look forward to you trying.”

My eyes roll to the back of my head as the drug he dosed me with takes full effect.

“Timber,” he says with a little too much glee. “The bigger they are, the harder they fall.”

Everything fades into the same darkness I’ve lived in my entire life.

Present day

I’m not the same man I was when they locked me in here.

I’m much worse.

I’m angrier. Stronger. Taller. My temper is shorter. There are so many changes made to my body that I can’t comprehend. I don’t understand what happened to me, but what I do know is that I’m going to get out of here.

The humanity in my soul is numb. I no longer feel that small speck of reason that tells me to stop, that makes me question if what I’m doing is right.

It’s gone.

And I’m so thankful.

Nothing will stop me from becoming the nightmare everyone has thought me to be. I’ll be worse.

“Sha-ade,” one of the scientists sing-songs into the intercom system.

I growl as I tilt my head up, staring into the bulletproof, shatterproof windows that line my enclosure as if I’m some prime time special they watch every night.

“You know the drill,” he tsks. “Stand please. We think you have reached your max form.”

Ah, yes.

My form. The one they have changed with DNA that does not belong to me. After being tied down day after day and experimented on, I suppose they finally got what they wanted from me.

According to the scientists, I am part rhino, nightmare, nightshade, vampire, and anglerfish.

I believe them.

There are a few that are obvious. My fangs prove I’m a vampire. I crave blood as well. So much fucking blood. My mouth waters at the thought. Now, I’ll never have to waste a drop of it like I did in my human form.

I always wanted to know what the iron-infused liquid tasted like, and now, I’ll be able to drink it whenever I want as soon as I get out of here.