Page 35 of Tortured Soul
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on the person inside it, letting my powers get a feel of him.
His name was Darren. Human. Male. Twenty-two years old.Virgin.
My eyes opened as I moved closer on instinct. I needed to see his face. Look into his eyes.Just once.
The cabin was a simple square with only one window, shutters closed just enough that I couldn’t see him properly.
“Shit,” I muttered, circling the cabin to check for other windows, another angle, anything.
My steps stopped abruptly. The door.
I could try and barge in…
No. Too dangerous. What if my power somehow didn’t grip his mind fast enough? What if…
You’re fucking invisible, dumbass. Just do it.
Right. Invisible.It’s been a while…
I knocked on his door and stepped to the side, waiting. The faint noises coming from inside the cabin stopped. A chair rolled softly.
I knocked again.
“Who’s there?” His voice was forced in a harsh tone, masking fear.
I didn’t answer and knocked a third time.
He moved then, but not toward the door. I circled the cabin, following the sound. The shutters opened just the slightest bit and I caught a glimpse of his face.Come on, lift it higher. Give me your eyes.
I felt my mind shift then. Euphoria. A pleasant buzz in my head.
His eyes were a rich brown and an open window into his mind and soul.
And what a twisted mind for such a pure soul…
It took only a second to dig my claw into his very essence. To absorb everything that made him him and search his mind, his memories, his beliefs.
A psycho hiding behind a “nice guy” facade.
So much violence in his head. A desire to kill. To hurt. To rid the world of any Immortal.
A highschool sweetheart back at home a few hundred miles away. They decided to wait until they were married to have sex.Shedecided. He spends so much time jerking off to twisted fantasies of her he could run a marathon on his right arm only.
“You sure you want to wait?” he rasped in her ear. He was so hard it felt like he might burst out of his jeans.
“It's only a few more months,” she breathed out, raking her nails against his scalp, grinding herself against him. “We’ve waited this long…”
He didn’t want to wait. He wanted to tie her up and fuck her helpless body into the mattress, the carpet, the wall. He wanted to see the tears run down her face as he took her mouth.
“What if I don’t come back?” he pressed. “What if a monster kills me and—”
“You will. I know you will. Come back, andthenwe’ll be married.Then, we can make love.”
Make love…No. What he had in mind was far more depraved. He wanted to ruin. To possess. To own.
Slowly, the invisibility faded and my face tingled. My limbs stretched. My hair shortened and curled. I didn’t have to look at myself to know that I was now the spitting image of Malory, his fiancée.
Sweet, innocent Malory.
