Page 4 of Possess Us

Willow

I open my eyes. The room is spinning, and everything is shifting in and out of focus. My head. Fuck… my head’s on fire. When I raise my hand to rest it on my throbbing temple, I bring with it a massive fucking kitchen knife.

Dripping with blood.

No longer am I in my room, but in the kitchen. The white marble countertops are smeared with red. The floor is coated in it. And by my feet is one of the security guards who ensures I stay where I should. His shirt is soaked with blood and covered in gashes.

I look at the knife in my hand. Back to the body. The knife. The body.

‘Oh… shit…’ I whisper, dropping the knife. I stagger back, and of course, I slip in the blood. My legs fly into the air, and my ass hits the floor. Followed swiftly by my head.

Thump, and again, the world is spinning.

Yeah, I’m not doing too great at this escaping shit.

I lie flat on my back and look up at the ceiling, knowing my legs are currently in a pool of someone's blood and I’m the one who killed him.

Focus, I tell myself as I watch a spider make its web by the light. Think.

What the hell is happening?!

I was in my room. The guys left. The dream… I remember the dream.

The nightmare. The voice.

My eyes widen, and everything shifts quickly back into focus.

The deal.

I sit, my brain protesting the speed.

I set them free. The demons that serve the Brotherhood. Three demons.

I made a fucking deal.

Oh fuck… I suddenly burn hot with embarrassment.

Did I let one of them fuck me?

Can you be fucked by smoke?

I raise a brow as I consider it. I definitely felt something .

Can you focus?

I yelp, hearing the voice, and look all around the room, but see no one. And certainly no demons.

Should I expect to see three giant red monsters with horns and cloven feet?

What do demons even look like?

Are they smoke like I see in my dreams?

Was that even a dream?

I’m out of my room and the cuffs, aren’t I?

How-

Seriously. You need to focus. You're being incredibly noisy.

I start pinching myself. Yep. Definitely awake. I catch sight of my wrist. It’s raw from the burning of the cuffs. I’m still in my black nightdress, but free. Bloody and free, and I can hear him.

‘Where are you?’ I whisper.

A sweet feeling of euphoria fills me. The room spins.

Don’t fight us, Little Soul. Just go back to sleep. Everything will be okay.

The whisper is no longer outside, but in me!

They went in me.

Of fuck. I gave them permission to possess me.

‘Wait. Wait!’ I try. Everything goes a blinding white. I know they’re inside me. I said yes. What was I thinking?!

I can’t just hand over my body to them. I can’t and I won’t.

I fight the bliss. The sweet pull of euphoric promise.

I claw my way back to consciousness and refuse to give myself over to them.

The world comes crashing back, and I stagger forward, seeing now that I am in the hall.

I spin around, knowing I'll be punished if discovered out here. My gaze darts all over, but I’m still alone. The floor is marked with the bloody footprints I have left in my wake, and the knife is still in my hand.

We said stop fighting. The voice sighs as though tired and annoyed. Just be still.

Again, that sense of euphoria returns as they take back control.

‘No!’ I growl through gritted teeth. I fight them.

I fight the urge to give in to the overwhelming sense of peace and calm.

‘I did not agree for you to possess me and send me to sleep! This…’ The pull gets stronger.

‘Wasn’t…’ I sway on my feet as my body relaxes into the incredible sensations they fill me with. ‘What I…’

The white.

No!

I inwardly slap myself.

When I blink my eyes open, I’m outside. And it is freezing!

I’m beyond the gate of the mansion. The massive iron ornate gates are still shut, and my ankles hurt like I just landed from a huge jump. My breath hangs heavy in the air as I peer up at the twenty-foot-high gates I’m pretty sure I just jumped over.

‘Ok. Stop!’ I demand, stamping my foot on the gravel and wincing as a sharp stone digs into my heel. ‘Ow. I swear, I will just keep fighting you every step of the way, so stop putting me to sleep!’

I wait to see if they try again.

‘Are you going to talk to me? Can we agree terms or something?’

We don’t usually negotiate with a vessel.

I jump and turn. He sounded so close! Like he was right behind me and whispering in my ear.

Of course, I’m alone.

Because I’m possessed.

‘Let me make this perfectly clear,’ I warn, speaking sternly and even pointing my finger in warning at the three demons currently occupying my body. ‘I did not agree to be possessed by you. I agreed to set you free from Hell, and in return, you get me my revenge.’

What do you think we are doing?

‘Apparently killing the guards and hijacking my body.’

He growls. Actually, growls at me.

We need our own vessels, Little Soul. Three vessels with souls already marked for Hell. Yours will burn if we stay in your pretty little form for too long. We are too powerful, and you are not evil enough to hold all of us in your form. So, we must get to a vessel quickly and before sunrise.

‘Why before sunrise?’ I ask, and scoff a laugh as I blurt out, ‘You’ll turn back into a pumpkin?’

If we have not found our own vessels by sunrise, we will all be sent back to Hell.

You included. And Lucifer will not be happy to see us after attempting to escape his kingdom to kill a Brotherhood who serves him, so may I suggest you stop making jokes, cease fighting us, and let us do what we need to do, so all four of us don’t end up in the hellfire of the dark master’s vengeance. Agreed?

I nod and swallow a dry swallow.

‘Yeah. Okay. Let’s do that. Vessels. You need vessels.’ I look around as if I might see one wandering down the road.

We have vessels. We need to get to them.

‘Ok. Where are they?’

The first is that way. I can smell him. His scent is etched into my being.

My arm lifts and I point down the road. He can control me.

Now sleep. And we will wake you when needed.

‘Wait. Just wait!’

They don’t. Everything goes white.

Seconds pass, or so I thought. But when I come back, I am somewhere else entirely. Somewhere I’ve visited once before.

Gina Heller’s family mansion.

I recognise it.

She invited me here when I was at her school for a few months. I thought she wanted to be friends. She only wanted to humiliate the poor orphan who had just moved in with yet another foster family.

A real fucking bitch. A typical pick me whore who enjoyed making my life, and anyone else's she thought of as less than her, a special kind of misery.

I stand outside her mansion of a house. The long drive is littered with flashy and tacky cars. Each of them was brought by various daddies who show love by spending, not teaching these rich little fucks what being a decent human being means.

To be fair, I wasn’t taught that either. But I have been educated in demonology, which has come in handy tonight.

I probably would have preferred the cars, to be honest.

I stand in her driveway, watching the countless partygoers staggering around in their various costumes as they make their way into Gina’s Halloween house party.

I have no idea how the demons got me here so quickly.

Woah. Or where they found the costume they have put me in!

Typically, I’m pretty sure I would terrify most of them if I stood here any other night dressed like this.

But it’s Halloween.

They don’t know the blood covering this little nurse's dress is very, very real. The stab marks in the polyester probably match the ones that killed whoever’s body my demon friends took the costume from.

She must have been smaller than me, because this thing is fucking tight. The buttons don’t fasten all the way, so my tits are getting a good view of the world.

In my hand is a little nurse's hat and a mask. A pure white bunny mask which will cover the top half of my face, with long ears and a black ribbon to secure it in place.

‘Really?’ I mutter. ‘A slutty nurse and a bunny mask? Where did you get all this?’

We like it. It stays.

‘My ass is basically hanging out.’

You have an incredible ass.

‘Thanks, murder demon. Your vessel is in there?’ I nod towards the house. ‘At Gina’s house party?’

Yes.

‘Do I get to stay awake for this?’

Most definitely.

He laughs as I pin the little hat on top of my head, fix the mask in place, and readjust the blood-spattered white stockings so they sit happily on my thighs.

‘Let’s do this.’

I walk towards the house, my head held high.

Inside, the party is in full swing. At least a hundred people must be here, and everyone is in masks.

It’s a masquerade Halloween ball.

The heavy drum and bass shake the walls. Everyone is high or wasted. Probably both. The dancing is obscene.

I kinda like it.

The downstairs has a huge ballroom decorated with cobwebs, ghosts and ghouls.

Mannequins dressed as great cult horror classic serial killers line the walls, and strobe lights make everyone's movements a jarring dance. A fog machine fills the air with heavy smoke. It’s wall-to-wall bodies lost to the music.

‘Where is he?’ I ask.

It’s impossible to see who is who. It’s dark and everyone is dressed up.

Outside.

An elaborate doorway leading to the garden is at the far end of the ballroom.

The vessel is outside, so outside is where I go.

‘Fucking hell…’ I whisper, stopping on the patio.

Ahead is a giant hedge maze.

The hedges are at least seven feet tall. Lanterns are being handed out by men and women wearing nothing but underwear and various animal masks.

The entrance is a gothic arch. On top of it is a glowing sign.

Music fills the air, along with screams and monstrous laughs playing through speakers.

A Halloween hedge maze.

‘Fuck I love rich sociopaths with more money than they know what to do with. This will be fun.’ I smile and head onwards.

I go to a particularly well-sculpted male in a black pair of tight pants, wearing a Scream mask.

His chest is covered in oil and fake blood.

I admire him as I take the black lantern he offers and struggle to take my eyes off him as I head into the maze.

He watches me go in, and I bite my lip when I see his cock twitch in those tight pants.

My skin suddenly feels like it is held over a flame, only for a second. Burning and agonising.

Then it’s gone.

Call me crazy, plenty have, but I think my little demons just got a tad jealous.

I walk into the maze. It’s wild how big this thing is. I pass several people in the first ten minutes. Most are groups of girls, all giggling and running around hand in hand, squealing and enjoying the anticipation of the scares.

‘Where am I going?’

The centre.

I meet a dead end.

Then another. Then a group of guys in clown costumes standing together, sharing a bottle of whiskey as they block my way.

As I pass, they go silent, moving only enough to let me through. They watch my every move.

Talk about unnerving.

I speed up and meet another dead end.

Left. Right. Left then left again.

Dead end.

This is going to be more complicated than I thought.

I keep walking and come to a junction with three possibilities.

‘Which way?’ I ask.

I shriek when a half-naked god of a man leaps out with a baseball bat raised above his head. His bare torso is dripping with blood. I tilt my head back, my mouth dry and my pussy almost squealing in delight as I look into the eyes of a scarecrow mask.

I’m pretty sure ‘I just died in your arms’ has started playing just for us.

‘Are you lost, little girl?’ he growls, slowly descending on me. ‘Need me to take care of you?’

‘Yes-dear-god-please take care of me,’ I blurt.

Jesus Christ. That was embarrassing.

His head tilts to the side, and I can feel the raised brow look he has under that thing.

I’m supposed to scream and run away, not hold myself back from running my tongue along his chest.

He rests the bat under my chin and continues to descend on me. I stop when my back hits the hedge. The scarecrow lowers his bat, running it between my breasts.

My arm tingles again, and before I can do anything to stop it, I snatch the bat from his hand and slam it into the side of his head.

He falls to the floor in a heap with a thud.

Mouth agape, I look from the unconscious demigod and the blood-splattered bat in my hand.

‘I didn’t do that.’

Step away from the greased-up human, Little Soul. My brother does not like the way you are looking at him. Nor the reaction between your thighs.

‘Is he jealous?’ I tease, resting the bat over my shoulder, a little satisfied smirk on my lips. ‘Can’t he be your vessel? He’s gorgeous.’

The bat rises again, ready to smash into the scarecrow’s skull.

‘Ok! Ok! No to the scarecrow. I hear you!’

I stare at the unconscious guy, waiting with bated breath to see if I’m about to kill him.

I really hope not. That would be one hell of a shame.

I gasp as my arm shoots forward, the bat pointing deeper into the maze.

That way. Now.

‘Yeah, yeah. Okay. Mind giving me back control over my body?’

My arm falls to my side. And I head deeper into the maze.

I pass crazed doctors. Various versions of topless cult horror classics. And slutty versions of everything from nuns to Teletubbies.

But it’s the centre of the maze my demons lead me. To an arched entrance with a black silk curtain blocking the view of what lies inside. I step closer. The music beyond is heavy. Strobe lights flash through the curtain.

The demons want me to go in there.

‘One of the vessels is in there?’

Yes.

‘Great.’ I give the bat a little twirl. ‘Let’s go say hi.’