Page 24 of Possess Us
Willow
T heir dark church caught fire easily, and we stood side by side, watching the flames flicker into the stormy sky for almost an hour.
The clown. The skeleton. The man in the mask and a stitched-up monster.
It was the best hour of my life.
‘There are two more,’ I tell them. ‘Two more men who used me.’
‘We’ll find them. We swear it,’ Lust replies. 'Everyone who has ever hurt you, we will hunt them all.'
We then drove north into the night, where mountains are covered with snow, and it’s so wild that no one can hear you scream.
Much to Pain’s delight.
They drove me to a log cabin and forced open the door with a kick. The journey was a blur as I slept most of the way. I awoke as they undressed me and put me in the bath they prepared, filled with lavender bubbles.
I was washed, dried, dressed, and now all four of us are lying in a giant bed watching TV.
The sun rises, marking an end to the most blood-soaked and brutal Halloween this country has ever seen. Hundreds dead, so the news says. They expect the numbers to rise to over a thousand.
The house party ended in a blaze. Everyone was too busy fucking to realise they were burning to death. The factory was piled high with corpses. And the circus was a massacre of untold proportions.
All those souls, sent to Hell.
Where they belong.
Pain hands me a chocolate and strawberry sandwich made from Tiger Bread.
‘Eat,’ he instructs. ‘You’re human for now and need to keep your strength.’
‘How did you know?’ I ask, looking at the strange sandwich he’s made.
‘Know what?’
‘That this is my favourite?’
His hand rests on my thigh and squeezes.
‘We’ve been watching you for a very long time. We know everything.’
He picks up the remote and flicks through the channels, stopping only when he reaches a show about a world-renowned serial killer.
‘Perfect,’ he says, lying back with his free hand behind his head. ‘I know him. He died in the electric chair ten years ago.’
Perfect. It really is. My favourite snack. A good crime doc. And three devilishly beautiful sex gods…I mean, demons, lying beside me, completely naked.
I run my finger along the edge of the chocolate and make sure they see me circle it around my nipple.
And I wait. They all descend, like a moth to a flame, and I’m lost in a sea of limbs, tongues and three wonderfully skilled cocks.
Happy fucking Halloween.
I can’t wait to see what Christmas brings.
Suddenly, I sit.
‘Hold on. What did you mean by "human for now?” ’ I demand.
They all grin, sharing a look of trouble, before they throw me back on the bed and make me forget I even asked.