Page 5 of Possess Us

Willow

N ow this is a party. I stand in the doorway and look at what I can only describe as a horror-themed strip club.

I may hate Gina. But she clearly knows how to have a good time.

There are stripper poles with the most hauntingly beautiful women moving as though they were born to show that pole a good time. There are raised podiums where oiled-up gods move their hips in a way that has my jaw on the floor.

The smell of weed hangs heavy in the air. Half-naked jesters are offering trays of champagne and whisky. I grab a flute of champagne as it passes and down it in one before returning the empty glass to the server.

It’s a large space with tables and chairs placed on the grass.

Some people are playing poker around a large table.

I'm guessing strip poker, seeing as most of them are in their underwear with their costumes piled up in a heap on the ground.

Some are sitting there naked, clearly the losers of previous games.

Tits, arses and dicks are out in the wind.

But the masks stay on.

The dancers are exciting the audience. Couples are playing with each other.

A pretty blonde cheerleader zombie is kissing a priest’s neck.

He’s watching the bare-breasted dancer in a pink thong and golden cheetah mask spin around the pole as his girlfriend strokes his cock back and forth.

He doesn’t look away, utterly entranced by the dancer.

She is beautiful.

He takes his girl’s hair in his hand and encourages her to her knees, guiding her mouth onto his twitching cock. He leans back, still watching the dancer, and enjoys having his dick serviced.

I can’t look away.

There, Little Soul.

I turn.

That’s when I see him.

The first vessel.

His messy blonde hair hangs over the plain white porcelain mask covering the top half of his face as he sits back in a chair with Gina’s head bobbing up and down on his dick.

He’s not watching her. He’s not watching the dancers either.

He’s looking at something on his phone, his lip between his teeth.

He’s dressed in a dirty white shirt with a loose black tie and black suspenders over his shoulders.

Tyler. I know it’s him. Even with his face covered, I know it’s him behind that mask. I recognise his form, his mannerisms, his everything.

I step closer, the bat resting over my shoulder.

‘Tyler is your vessel?’

He is the one who has tethered me, Little Soul. His soul and body belong to me.

‘He’s strong. Evil.’

All he has, he has taken from me. Get closer.

‘He’ll kill me,’ I whisper.

We won’t allow it. Trust us.

‘Trust three demons?’ I scoff.

Who else do you have on your side?

Sad, yet painfully true.

The party continues as I walk through them all, giving Tyler a wide berth as I circle around him. I’m afraid. But I find my courage in the depths of depravity, shame, lust and pain that Tyler and his Brotherhood have inflicted on me.

I come to a stop behind Gina, my gaze firmly locked on Tyler. It takes him a few seconds to notice me standing before him. I run cold when his brilliantly blue eyes lock with mine. They shine behind his white mask.

Does he know it’s me? Can he tell from my mouth? From my half-naked body?

Can he smell that the blood on my skin is real? Does he know what I am here to do?

I tighten my grip on the bat, a primal fear creeping over me. It fights with the rage and hatred that have me wanting to raise the bat and slam it down on his smug and beautiful face. I want to hear his skull crack. I want his blood to splatter all over me.

‘And who are you?’ he asks.

His eyes take me in for a long moment, from my feet to the top of my rabbit ears. The corner of his mouth hitches as he decides he likes what he sees.

He doesn’t know it’s me. And annoyingly… that hurts.

With a wag of his finger, he beckons me closer. I stop beside him. His hand glides up my leg and rests on my ass. When I glance at the phone, I see myself. Today's incident is playing, and before he locks his phone shut, I see myself gagging on Kai’s dick. My focus returns to him.

‘Do you want to play with us, little rabbit?’ he asks.

Gina looks up at me, a pissed off expression on her face. That alone is reason enough to join in. But I have a demon to deal with.

How does someone get a demon out of their body and into another?

He snaps his fingers, pulling me out of my inner thoughts.

‘Get on your knees, or fuck off,’ he snaps.

Anytime now, demons…

Nothing happens. There’s no inner shift of power. No sudden surges indicating one of these demon fuckers is making their move.

I rest my hand on his shoulder, hoping the contact will be enough to make the transfer.

Nope. And Tyler, not a massive fan of intimate touches of that kind, harshly slaps me away.

‘Why don’t you fuck off back to the house. You’re clearly in the wrong place.’

‘This party is for big girls and boys,’ Gina mocks. ‘You wanna cuddle? Go back to the manor.’

I really hate her. When she invited me over, we were fifteen.

I thought she wanted to be my friend. She offered to give me a makeover and instead tied me to a chair and cut chunks out of my hair as three of her friends did my make-up in coloured permanent marker.

Then they all cut my clothes off me and shoved me out of the gates, making me walk back to my foster home in my underwear.

I fucking hate her. How she knows Tyler is beyond me. I guess all the rich dickheads know each other. I had no idea the mansion was so close to where I once lived.

Tyler grips Gina’s hair with an annoyed tut. She smirks at me before returning to the task at hand, victorious that she gets to keep her prize all for herself.

I fall to my knees, put my hand over hers, and steal his cock for myself instead. And I look her right in the eye as I do.

My cock.

My tongue circles his tip teasingly before I take him in fully, running the length of his shaft along my tongue until I feel him at the back of my throat. I’ve had it there plenty of times before. I know what he likes. I know what I can take.

Her hatred is amusing as she watches me work her man. I suck him and pull my lips away with a pop before offering him back to her.

Will she play? Will she be happy to share?

I wait, offering his length to her.

She glances at Tyler. Probably hoping he’ll push me away. But of course, he doesn’t.

She blinks rapidly before taking what I offer. Both our hands stroke him up and down as she services him with her mouth.

In front of everyone, we share him, letting those around us watch as we move him from one mouth to another. His head tilts back, showing me a throat I would love to drag a rusted blade clean across. I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.

Yeah. I would love to cut it out and take a bite.

My hand shoots up and grips his shirt. My fingers curl, and he yells as I pull him down to me. My lips crash onto his, forcing them apart before pushing him back onto his chair. Our lips are still pressed together, and I’m not doing anything.

The burning pressure I felt earlier rips through me.

Tyler’s eyes widen as he looks into mine, and I think… no, I know… he finally sees me.

In this moment, as a demon spews from my lips and into his mouth, pushing its way down his throat and into his body, he knows I am here.

That I am free.

His hand grips my throat and squeezes as he tries to push me off, but I keep him pinned down, giving the demons possessing my body full permission to use me as they will to keep him secured.

To anyone else, this is nothing more than an intense and slightly violent make-out session. Me on his lips. And Gina on his dick.

Lucky guy.

Little do they know.

His eyes go even wider. A glorious terror fills them, and I can’t look away, even as he squeezes my throat and tries to kill me, as he tries desperately to push me off. I couldn’t move, even if I wanted to. Which I don’t. And neither do my demons, as they keep us clamped together.

Those pretty blue eyes start to darken. Black lines stretch out instead of the usual red you get when your eyes get all bloodshot. Tyler’s hips buck, and poor Gina gets a bit more than she bargained for. She falls back with a gag and a wretch as she looks at us.

Tyler starts to settle. His grip on me lessens. The black lines fade.

His eyes become a deep dark purple, shimmering as though a thousand stars live deep within.

And with a blink, I know that Tyler is gone. No trace of him remains.

His lips are still on mine, cool now and unmoving.

I’m looking into the eyes of a demon. My demon. I can’t look away. I don’t want to. The entire world has fallen away, and there is only us. I look into his deep purple, star-filled eyes, and want to drown in them.

I try to move, to part from his lips and step away. I get half an inch of space, but his grip remains firm, keeping his hand on my throat, holding me there. His slow and steady breaths land on my skin, and his eyes look so deeply into mine, I wonder if he can still read my thoughts.

He’s more beautiful than I could ever explain. Power emanates from him. Strength and courage. He fucking oozes sex appeal, and it’s intoxicating, making me ravenous for anything he has to offer. His hands. His chest. His mouth. His cock. I need it all!

Strange how Tyler, as a human, looked soulless. Now a demon has taken hold, I see an ageless and endless entity looking back at me with more feeling and emotion than he ever had.

His thumb runs over the budding bruises on my throat.

‘Hello, Little Soul,’ he says, the corners of his lips hitching into a devilish smile. ‘I have you now. Finally.’