Page 5 of Nightshades
I tilt my head, dragging my new friend until he is standing in front of his fellow scientist.
“What do you think of the nightshade now?” I growl low, watching as more flowers bloom from the black berries bursting over the roots. “Breathe in, Doctor,” I snarl. “Let me show you the monster you’ve created.”
The whites of his eyes turn into inky pools of black as the nightmare rages and possesses his soul. An oil-like substance drips from his eyes and nose, staining his trembling lips.
“He is caught in a spider’s web,” I whisper to my mad doctor. “Spiders, along with me, are his worst fear. There’s nowhere for him to go now. He’s stuck. What do you want me to do? Let him go? Or let him live?”
“Let him go! Oh god, let him go. He doesn’t deserve this. He was just doing his job. He has a family.”
Another scream rips through the air from his friend. Bite marks begin to appear on his throat and arms, the web wrapping around his body as if his nightmare is a reality.
He gasps once, twice, until there isn’t the faintest sound of his heartbeat.
The black of his eyes dissipates to white as the nightmare flees his system. I snap his neck for good measure, releasing the grip of the root from his neck, and he drops to the floor in a webbed cocoon.
“I had a life too. I had a family,” I snarl.
“You didn’t have blood relatives. You didn’t have anyone who would miss you. We thought your psychopathic tendencieswould create the perfect weapon. We have yet to perfect the perfect soldier. No creation has listened to us yet.”
“You’ve done this to others?”
“If I tell you the truth, will you let me live?” His teeth chatter from fear.
“That’s fair,” I reply.
“There are facilities all over the country. So many experiments are going on that no one knows about. We have endless funding. A few facilities have gone under, but when one fails, a few more facilities take its place. You’ll never find them all.”
“Who said I want to find them all?” I sling him to the nearest wall, his body vulnerable with how exposed it is. “The only facility I care about is this one. How many people are here?”
“A few dozen,” he answers without hesitation.
“And you think you have the power to change these people’s lives? Unlike me, were some of them good people?”
William’s lip trembles as he nods.
“See. I have a problem with that. I have a code. You only kill the bad ones, Doctor.” The roots swirl around his arms and legs, spreading his body out like a star.
“I didn’t. I was conducting an experiment. I didn’t…I didn’t mean to…” A root rips his shirt open. “Oh, god,” he cries. “You said you wouldn’t kill me. You said?—”
I silence him with a mouthful of nightshade. “I lied. Killing you brings me happiness. Killing you is what I’ve dreamed about doing for months. Killing you, doing to you what you did to me…” I hum in delight, my cock jerking with arousal at the thought of his blood drenching me. “It brings me happiness. Why would you take the word of a monster, Doctor? Especially one that you created to suit your image.”
“That’s right. I’m your creator. You should respect me.”
The root slithers up his body, snaking between his lips to push the nightshade into his stomach. This amount will kill him. The toxin I release from my body is only enough to paralyze when inhaled, but ingested…
I’ll need to hurry.
One of the roots wraps around his waist, and I peek to my right to see the other scientists doing their best not to look.
I can’t have that.
“Step right up and enjoy the show.” I wave my hand, forcing the roots to pull the men closer to me. Straightening their heads, the sinful smoke morphs into fingers, peeling their eyelids back.
“Please. I’m sorry. I’m sorry for everything I did.”
“Apology not accepted.” Controlling one of the main roots, I go to plunge it into his gut when I pause right before impaling him.
He has made my life absolute Hell.