Page 114 of The Doll and The Domination

I can’t stop grinning. “I feel like I’m going to throw up.”

“Marilynn? Can I ask you a question?” Skylenna asks through a long, pained wince.

“Sure.”

“What do you know about the void? About what I can do?”

I scratch the back of my head, remembering the way my mother used to describe it.

“Uh…I can only tell you about what you can do now. Not about what you will do.”

Her eyebrows shoot to the top of her head. “You mean I’ll be able to do more?”

I nod. “The way I was told is your brain reaches higher levels of frequency through new trauma. With more heartbreak, you break through a glass ceiling, resembling your purest form as a spirit. Right now, you’ve broken through the dimension we can see, astral projecting into unseen worlds only traveled to by ethereal beings. And with this ability, you’re able to travel to the places of memories and psychological locations in any person’s mind.”

Skylenna hums to herself, processing my explanation. “And the hypothermia?”

“Your body can’t exactly compete with the strength of your soul. Though your spirit is immortal and radiating with endless power, your body depletes when you perform something that extraordinary. Like being a judge, jury, and executioner on someone’s mind and actions.”

“I’ll admit, there is a part of me that enjoys controlling the fate of my enemies,” Skylenna says thoughtfully.

“So do I.” A familiar voice blasts through the shadows of this wing of the prison.

Our cages go silent as we all look up to see Kaspias stepping out of the darkness, into the dim light of the flickering circus bulbs.

“How are our little heroes after their sad performance? Have we switched from human experiments to desperate martyrs?”

Skylenna lies her head back down as if his presence doesn’t deserve her attention. Dessin, on the other hand, is on his feet, gripping the bars of his cage.

“Jealous?” Dessin asks with a knowing smile.

Kaspias glances in his direction and laughs to himself.

“Am I? After watching your precious Skylenna with her legs spread and mouth open, I’d say—”

Dessin roars, slamming his hands against his bars hard enough to bruise his palms.

“She wasn’t the only one you were watching,” Warrose growls between gritted teeth.

Kaspias lifts an eyebrow innocently. “You mean Ruth? Yes, I do take a liking to the way she comes to climax.”

Warrose spits on the floor in front of Kaspias’s feet, shouting a list of profanities. His veins bulge from his arms and neck as he paces Dessin’s cage like a hungry lion.

Ruth goes still, gawking at Kaspias as he winks at her.

“Did you need something, Kaspias?” Skylenna murmurs in a careless tone, still not bothering to look up.

Kaspias is unreadable. The only sign of annoyance is from the twitch his hands make, as if they desire to close into tight fists.

“I’m here to warn my dear brother,” he finally replies with a smile that doesn’t touch his eyes.

“You don’t have a brother,” Dessin says coldly.

“Keep the rebel act up, and I’ll be forced to break your hearts.”

Skylenna releases a cruel laugh.

“You don’t think I will?” His black eyes shoot down to her careless position.

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