Page 36 of The House of Whispers

Jakkal’s dust had completely paralyzed me as I remained shoved against the sink, something shifting inside. “What is this?” The words left my mouth in a slow distorted motion as I fought, his blade cold against my skin. “What’s happening to me?” My weakness faded with the urges to fight him. Something inside me was reaching out for him, burning to please him. My naked body vibrated as his hold around me tightened.

“The same thing that happens every time we play.” He slowly removed the blade from my throat, turning me roughly to face him. “Are you ready to frolic in the darkness, little ghost?” He extended his hand, offering me the knife.

Looking into the reflection of the knife, I could see my eyes glowing brighter than ever. A power I had never felt before took hold of me as my hand reached for the knife. As my fingers curled around the handle, I closed my eyes. Darkness flashed, screams filling my ears as time flashed forward. I choked on the smell of blood as warmth covered my naked body.

I slowly opened my eyes to find myself suddenly in another room of the brothel. The room was soaked in a heavy, orange glow. Memories flashed through my brain as I reached to grab my head, realizing I was holding the knife. Glancing down, I noticed the blade was dripping in deep, crimson blood. I threw the knife down only to find myself straddling a Whisp. It was one of the Whisps that had flirted with Chesmu earlier in the night.

“I-I-” My ability to speak left me as her eyes stared back up at me, tears falling from her face as her deeply sliced throat bled out onto the floor. I placed my hands along the wound, frantically trying to stop the bleeding as she silently cried while gagging on the blood pooling in her mouth. Jakkal’s magik held her still, unable to move or fight back. My hands burned at the warmth of her blood. Tears rolled down my face as I fought the urge to smother her face.

This isn’t me.

“Yes, it is Casper.” I glanced over my shoulder to see Jakkal standing, wiping his own blade along his trenchcoat. At his feet lay the lifeless body of the second Whisp from earlier. Her cherry lipstick matched the blood that splattered across her face. Her eyes remained open and empty, as he had apparently removed them. Her body was shredded, blood soaking her clothing, as her organs dripped from her exposed abdomen. Her wings were torn from her body and tossed aside, crumpled like paper. I felt sick seeing the gruesome nature of his crime.

I screamed, tears falling down my cheeks as I grabbed my head, the blood soaking my hair. Jakkal slowly approached me, crouching as he lifted my chin.

“You can scream all you’d like, but no one will hear you.” He pointed around the room. “My magik has silenced the entire room. No one knows of our little game. Not even your precious Chesmu.” He dropped my face, walking behind me. “No one knows you are here.”

“Why?” I cried. “Why did you make me do this?”

Jakkal straddled the Whisp, positioning himself behind me. “I did no such thing.” He pulled me close, my backside resting slightly into him. “You chose them.” He grabbed the back of my neck and forced me to look at the women fading beneath me. “Youpicked the room. I merely followed your lead.”

I tried to close my eyes, squeezing them hard, trying to forget what I saw. My head throbbed. The powder hadn’t left my system, fighting against my will. I could feel the effects burning in my veins as my body reacted to him leaning into me. I tried to fight the urges.

The woman managed a soft cry as she coughed blood from her mouth. Jakkal released my hair, reaching his arm around my naked body, retrieving the knife I threw onto the floor. “Ah, perfect.” He grabbed the handle, allowing the blade to swing freely as he pulled it close to me. “Release yourself.” He dangled the blade in front of me, our reflection stained by the Whisp’s blood as it dripped onto her chest. My eyes began to glow brightly like before as I breathed heavily, forcing back the fire inside. “Stop fighting,” he growled against my face. Jakkal raised my hands, wrapping them around the handle as he held me close.

A fire blazed inside my soul as he leaned against me. Something animalistic stretched through me as he removed his hands, the knife firmly placed in mine as my arms remained raised high. His hands moved to my hips, wrapping around my curves. The desire to please him overcame me as the old me melted away with soft moans of excitement. Something clicked, and my sole purpose became to rain death upon The House of Whispers. I twisted the blade, my reflection replaced Jakkal’s as a smile grew across my face. “Time to play,” I whispered to the frightened Whisp between my knees.

My blade slammed into her chest, piercing the floor beneath as she jolted in pain. Ripping the blade back from her torso, blood splattered along my face. I exhaled, closing my eyes and soaking in the moment.

“Again,” he whispered ferociously into my ear.

Obeying his command, I repeated the motion. Her warm blood soaked my hands, as I continued over and over. The cast-offs from my knife drenched my naked body. The excitement of taking her life and pleasing Jakkal twisted together into such glee as the escalation I experienced was more than I had ever known. Almost unnatural.

The Whisp’s soul faded away as her face fell to the side, her life completely gone. My breathing was heavy, slightly exhausted from what I had done, but I needed more. I was starving for that feeling I experienced. Her death wasn’t enough.

“I want more,” I rasped, “Ineedmore.”

Jakkal’s hands moved. One wrapped toward the inner spot of my thigh, the other around my breasts. The feel of him sent a euphoric shock through my core, increasing as his hand squeezed my breast. The other began to stroke me, slowly peeking inside me. “I can give you everything you want.” He thrust his hand inside, the leather of his gloves causing slight pain as he moved back and forth. “Everything you need.” My head rose, moans filling my voice as I closed my eyes, enjoying the way he moved inside me.

“Give me more.” I breathed into the air.

Jakkal continued, speaking into my ear as his fingers quickened. “Take your prize, and I shall give you everything.” My eyes shot open, knowing exactly what to do.

Jakkal’s hands retreated as I leaned forward with the knife firmly in my hand. “Yes,” he whispered, his hands gripping my hips as I leaned over the Whisp’s corpse. “Take your prize.”

I stared at the slain woman’s face making my choice. Jakkal moved, rising to his feet as I sliced my prize from her body. He reached his hand out to me as I stared up at him, placing my blood-stained hand in his and he helped me to my feet.

I glanced down at my other hand, smiling as I raised the woman’s freshly cut tongue, showing him my choice. “Marvelous.” He took the knife and tongue from my hand, placing them in the deep pocket of his trenchcoat. I felt pleased with myself, slowly stepping closer to him, blood dripping from my body. Jakkal wrapped an arm around my waist. “Now, it’s my turn.” He snapped his fingers, igniting us in his fiery magik as we moved, burning through time and space.

My eyes opened to find us back in his tunnel-like room. The same room in which I had once slain a random woman for him. The table was missing, instead replaced by a large bed that filled most of the room. The deep-red, velvet bedding resembled the color of blood, the color my skin had been stained. I turned to see Jakkal standing in the doorway at the top of the stairs. He shut the door, locking it behind him as he looked over his shoulder at me. The stained fox mask usually terrified me, but in this moment, it excited me. He slowly walked down the staircase toward me, removing his trenchcoat and tossing it aside. His gloved hand rolled the ruffled sleeves of his blouse to his elbows, revealing two muscular arms. I snapped my fingers, soaking the room in a deep violet color as candles appeared, burning purple. He smirked and pulled something from behind him, wrapping it around his hand, playing with the silky material.

“What is that?” I asked, smiling with curiosity. Closing in on me, Jakkal looked down at his hand, pulling the object out revealing what it really was. My head lifted lightly in excitement.

“I want you to experience your darkest desires Casper,” he stood directly in front of me raising the blind fold, “but I can only do that if you are truly submerged in darkness.” I nodded, accepting his terms. He began to tie the blindfold around my eyes, taking away my sight as darkness consumed my vision. As he pulled the blindfold in place, he roughly yanked it, assuring it was secured.

“Easy,” I moaned, teasing him.

Jakkal leaned in close, his mask absent as he whispered into my ear. “Nothing is easy in the dark.” His tongue ran along my ear causing me to gasp. His hands wrapped around me, pulling my hair as he pushed me close. “Pleasure does not exist without pain.” He bit my ear, his hold on my hair tight as his teeth pulled my ear lobe. “Now, let me worship you.”

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