Page 1 of Possess Us

Willow

T he drugs must be wearing off. The darkness the pills put me into slowly ebbs away, and I return to the land of the living.

Unfortunately.

My head hits the wall as I’m shoved to the floor. Lights spark behind my eyes at the sharp knock, and everything spins.

Unforgiving hands grip my wrist, and with a metallic click of my handcuff, I know I’m back in the attic. Blinking, I focus on getting my senses back in order. Dull blue eyes are the first thing I see. Deep frown lines are next. Strange how I can see his hatred for me etched into his face.

Even though he smiles at me. Even as he gently sweeps my damp hair from my face and playfully taps the end of my nose. I know he loathes me.

But I’m clean. My biweekly wash is over. The freezing cold water and gritty soap are still a pleasant alternative to being stuck in here with the chains and a toilet, even though I’m high as a kite when they take me out of this room and barely conscious.

Being drugged is like a mini holiday compared to the rest of my life.

‘Comfortable?’ he asks, adjusting the strap on my black nightdress so it sits neatly on my shoulder. Heaven forbid I’m not well presented.

I smile softly. My eyes offering slow and tired blinks, but I make sure he knows I’m not afraid. That I’m not going to beg.

‘Perfectly comfortable. Thank you,’ I reply. I lean forward. ‘If anything, I think the cuffs could be a little tighter.’ I wriggle my fingers and waggle my eyebrows.

His eye twitches, and his smile goes just a little rigid.

Other people wouldn’t notice, but I sure as shit do.

I won’t let him see me beg or cry. I did that for the first few months.

Then, I tried anger. That didn’t work, either.

So, after two years of being held by the Moon Brotherhood, such a stupid fucking name, I’ve learned that my only power is to annoy and enrage. To slightly inconvenience.

So that’s precisely what I will do for as long as I can.

With another click, my skin pinches around my wrist. The cuffs are as tight as they will go without cutting off all the blood supply.

‘Thank you,’ I smile sweetly before scrunching up my nose. ‘So snug.’

Yay. Another eye twitch.

‘Are we done?’ I ask. ‘I have spiders to count.’

The Brotherhood Master takes a deep breath and straightens his tie before speaking to me.

‘In three days, the rest of the Brotherhood will arrive for their time with you and to perform our monthly ceremonies. I want you rested and filled with a sweet attitude for their arrival.’

Frederick Xion stands over me with that smile. The one that isn’t true. That is filled with enjoyment for the suffering he’s inflicting, not for any other reason.

The Brotherhood’s arrival is a monthly torture I must endure.

Four members live here in the house, making my life bad enough all month.

The other two are married and only visit for top-ups and the sacrifice ceremonies.

I’m handed to each member for a night, and they can do as they want with me.

Well, whatever is needed to boost their power.

I don’t officially know the demon each member is connected to. But each one does certain things that make me suspicious.

Killian makes me eat as much food as I can until I vomit. Then he makes me eat again. He smears me in food and licks it off me. He once laid me down on a table laid out with a banquet of cakes and chocolate and fucked me as he shoved French Fancies in my mouth.

Pretty sure he is tied to a gluttony demon.

He left with all the power he could need for whatever he does in the outside world.

Holt ties me up and has his wife ‘play’ with me. It sends him into a jealous rage every time because he hates anyone being near his precious wife. Last time, she tied me to a chair and knelt between my legs, using her tongue to make me writhe. I had to admit… I didn’t entirely hate that session.

I think he’s tied to a jealousy demon because he was so angry with me that he kicked me so hard between my legs I pissed blood.

I’m not supposed to be too hurt by the Brotherhood because then I may not work properly. I was given a month off to recover, which was nice, but seeing as I have been washed and am now getting a talking to, my holiday is ending.

Worse than all that are the sacrifices. They procure what they call innocents.

It can be a virgin man or woman. But it’s almost always a child.

One they strap down on their altar and… I can’t even think of it.

I’m sealed away during the ceremonies, locked up in a box at their church where they worship their demons and kill their human sacrifices.

But I hear their cries. Their terrified little voices.

And the haunting silence soon after.

As a conduit, this is my purpose. I am the bridge between the Brotherhood and the demons in Hell who are bound to them.

They spread their evil, kill and sacrifice innocents in the name of Lucifer, and in return, I am the vessel for which Lucifer pays them for their service.

I was eighteen when my powers awoke. The day after my birthday, they found me and bought me here.

I won’t say my life before capture was perfect. I was a child of the state, brought up in various homes and child welfare centres. But I got through it. Through school. Through the bullies who mocked my clothes.

I was about to get my own flat before they found me.

Xion has been the Brotherhood’s Master for over a hundred years. He looks no older than thirty-five. But that’s what you get when you and a group of upper-class privileged fuckers worship the devil. Endless money. Undisputed power. Eternal youth. And the ability to get away with anything.

The Brotherhood has never been caught for any of the hundreds of laws they’ve broken. Never been charged. Barely even been questioned. Despite hundreds of missing children, corporate espionage, tax dodging and endless sexual assault allegations. Everything seems to just get blurred and forgotten.

I’m pretty sure that the police could walk in, see me chained up, and still walk away without a word of warning to the bastards.

‘Will you be a good girl for the celebrations?’ he asks.

Maintaining eye contact with him is like staring into a blue flame. It hurts. But I never look away.

He kneels, his elbows resting on his knees, careful not to crinkle his suit.

The handcuff around my wrist rattles against the pipe it’s connected to as I shift.

‘Fuck you,’ I reply with a smile.

He lunges and grabs my face, making me yell. The tips of his fingers dig into my cheeks, and his serenity is now a boiling rage. He said he managed to break the last conduit in three months. She walked freely in the house, ready and willing for all the men.

The one before that was less. Her will was crushed quickly.

The last conduit was killed by the three colossal assholes who live here with Xion. They went too far. She died as all women do in this place.

Naked. Screaming. Brutalised.

It’s been two years, and I still need to be chained or I try to escape. I don’t care if I die. All I’ll be doing is exchanging one hell for another. Demons already touch me, so I know where my soul is destined. There’s a spot in Hell with my name on it.

And conduits have notoriously short life spans.

The men can never control themselves indefinitely. One or more will always go too far and kill us.

And if I am to die, I would rather Xion do it. He’s cruel, but he has never touched me more than he is now. He seems to avoid it at all costs.

I believe he is tied directly to Lucifer. I can’t be sure, but I think he gets his power from the Brotherhood’s corruption and the human sacrifices he makes.

He should frighten me the most. But it’s not him I fear.

Tyler, Kai and Nate stand by the door watching Xion. The three newest members of the Brotherhood.

They replaced three others who died shortly before I came. I’m the first conduit they have had.

I wish I knew what happened to the other three who died. I saw Xion get stabbed in the chest by a sacrifice who slipped past him once. The wound healed instantly.

These men are psychopaths. None so much as these three, who are new to the power and pleasure they get from me.

They nudge one another and share a familiar and sick sort of excitement.

Xion’s grip on me eases, turning into a soft caress down my cheek before he guides my focus to the three behind him.

‘You will service the boys before they leave the house. Think of it as warming up for the ceremony in three days.’

Tyler leans against the door frame. His perfectly blonde hair hangs over his vividly blue eyes. You would think butter wouldn’t melt. But it does. It fucking sizzles.

Kai is tall, with soft brown hair and huge muscles. His tattoos stretch down the length of his arms, and his piercing green eyes look right through me.

Nate has the Grim Reaper tattooed on his arm with a rune marking tattooed on his knuckles. His dark hair matches his inviting hazel eyes.

They’re objectively beautiful men. All lean muscle and sheer brute strength. They can lift me one-handed, and they smell fucking amazing every time they get close.

The other three are older. Mid to late thirties.

But these guys are in their mid-twenties and have the physique of gods.

It’s a shame they’re downright evil.

Each of them enjoys different things with me. I have my suspicions about which demons they each serve.

The three of them don’t take their eyes off me. I shudder at the coldness of them. The emptiness. I read somewhere once that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Or some stupid shit. But if that is true, then these men have nothing inside them except a void and a lust for suffering.

And at the moment, it’s my suffering they lust for.

Xion stands.

‘She’s all yours, boys. Remember. Don’t take too much, or she will be nothing but a husk.

If we use up her conduit powers in one go, I will need to buy another, and they are as expensive as they are rare.

So only tap into her a little. Worship your demons in moderation, or the vessel will burn out and be useless. ’

He looks at me. That’s all I am. A tool. A conduit vessel to channel their demon gifts, and when I die or become no use, they will simply buy another.

He leaves. The boys all step aside to let him pass.

But they don’t follow him. They linger. And I know the real torment has only just begun.