Page 8 of Neon Pestilence
She watches me as I move the bottle to her mouth, glancing behind her shoulder at me as I move. Just as it reaches her plump lips, I give a slight nod. That’s enough reassurance for her. She parts her mouth slightly and swallows as I drain every last drop down her throat.
She doesn’t know it yet, but the essence I just gave her will keep her in my grasp. Bringing her back to me like a moth to a flame. Just a little taste of what my soul can offer her. And, fuck, do I want to keep this one.
I drop down, gathering her hat off the ground and dusting it off before placing it gently on her head. I pull a stray piece of hair behind her ear and give her ass one more little squeeze.
This one isn’t like the other patients that come to Hallow Lands. She’sdifferent. And I’m going to do everything in my power to keep her coming back to me.
Goodbye for now, my little raver.I’ll see you again soon.
Chapter 8
Indy
My body is still trying to catch up with the scrambling thoughts bouncing around inside my head. It feels like I just ran a marathon and had a god-tier orgasm right after.
I feel like I’m on fire, my skin is warm, and there’s a constant tingling running through my veins, almost like I stuck my finger in a wall socket.
Goodbye for now, my little raver.I’ll see you again soon.
A sudden voice in my head leaves me questioning my sanity.
What in the actual fuck was that?
Spinning around, my eyes search around me, hoping for some sort of answer from the person who was just fingers deep in me. But, they’re gone. Like a ghost from my imagination.
I know I’m high as balls right now, but they’re real. I fuckingknowthey are.
Then I see it, the beak of their mask glinting in the flashing lights, their dark hood enveloping their figure. It’s them.
I move quickly, pushing through the crowd like a mad woman on a mission. And fuck me, I am. I want to find out who that was, what that fucking drink was they gave me, and how the fuck I heard them in my brain a few seconds ago.
Pulse pounding and heart racing, I follow the shadow of them until I reach the outskirts of the crowd. Losing My Mind by ATLiens bleeds through the air around me, and fuck, I really feel like I am losing it.
My palms are sweating, my eyes darting around frantically until I catch a glimpse of them ducking behind some vendors.
Ha! Gotcha!
I speed walk over to where I last saw them, trying to look as little-crazy as possible. I know I’m doing a shit job at it. Luckily for me, everyone kind of looks a little fucked up under the flashing lights, covered in layers of dirt and sweat and more than likely tripping balls.
You’re getting hotter.
The voice in my head tells me, their voice low and commanding.
What’s this? Some fucked up game of hotter, colder? Fuck. I always sucked at this. I keep searching for what feels like hours. The voice in my head never stops…
Hotter…
I walk left.
Colder…
I turn right.
Warmer…
I move to the other stage.
So cold, you're almost freezing, little raver.
