She shushed me with her fingers on my lips and rubbed her body against mine, lifting her dress. My hand grabbed her waist on instinct, my grip so tight I could break her ribs. She liked that.
A bolt of red lust destroyed my cells when I looked up at her. Her face had switched to the perfect one of Lily’s. The illusion that it was her became stronger, and soon, I’d succumb to madness. It was just a matter of seconds before I fucked and killed Melissa before ending my own life. Fuckkk—
“You treated me like shit, Radcliff. I’d have never betrayed you if you hadn’t pushed my buttons. I was seeking your forgiveness, but because of her—” She grazed her nails over my skin. “I told you, we are the same.”
I shut my eyes, wishing it’d erase the illusion of Lily on top of me so I could end this.
Her hand traveled to my zipper, and she added, “Selfish.”
She kissed my neck, and my hand fisted her hair.
“Possessive,” she cursed, rubbing herself harder against me.
“Open your eyes, Radcliff.” Even her voice seemed to be different. She became more like Lily every second. Unless… unless it was truly her?
My eyes opened, and hope surged through my veins. “Lily…”
My flower goddess had the sweetest smile on her face. Melissa had disappeared. My Lily was here. She wasn’t in danger anymore. I cupped her jaw and kissed her senseless, liberating my urges. My tongue entered her mouth, and I would possess her until we’d bleed each other.
But the way she tasted, like a mayhem of wickedness, wasn’t her.
Kissing her should have liberated my demons and my weak humanity, but it didn’t.
I felt nothing, only the void.
You could lie with your senses but not with someone’s soul.
I broke the kiss and the illusion with it. I threw Melissa away, even if my vision wanted me to believe I had thrown Lily against the wall. But Lily wasn’t here. She was still in danger.
Another wave of the aphrodisiac hit me as I squirmed on the floor away from her. I stroked myself harder and harder like an animal. I had fallen into my own trap.No one else will save her if I don’t escape. Fight it. Fight it.It was my fucking fault.
“Radcliff… I need you,” Melissa whispered, her legs parted as she touched herself.
Her card. My hormones pulsed in need as my eyes darted to every corner of the room, searching for the card that would allow me to exit. Melissa had it in her hand. I crawled to her, my eyes stinging as if blood wanted to come out of them by dint of fighting my urges.
“Baby,” she murmured, gripping my suit with her nails to draw me to her.
Fight it.My jaw tensed, and I towered over her.Fight it.Her body began to shake, her fingers trying to rake my back.
“I love you,” she cried out. Love—that’s why she did all this. Melissa couldn’t love properly. She was a narcissist. “I love you so much, it kills me!”
I seized the opportunity of her weakness to grab the card and escape from her. But my time was up. My orgasm was building up, gnawing at me from the inside out, and very soon it was going to explode if I didn’t feed my demons.
Don’t be weak.No human could resist it. It was impossible. It engulfed you in your deeper sins and cravings. It was like releasing all evil on Earth, just as Pandora’s box did.
Just like Melissa, I couldn’t love properly. I wasn’t conditioned to it. Didn’t know how to. And if by a miracle I came to feel it, it wouldn’t be the same way as other people.
I’d been hell bound with evil from the start.
But love could deliver me, as the priestess once said.
“You should leave.” I shot a last glance at Melissa, who drowned her pleasure in tears. She had bound love with pain and misery; that was the way she had learned to feel it. The only way she could love. She was a victim of herself.
I rushed to the door. Fell to the floor. Rose up. Fell again. It was a fight between heart and body. The cards had said Lily would be my death. But perhaps it was the death of something else. The one of my father’s soul that had remained inside of me, haunting me. I’d be reborn, just like a phoenix rose up from his ashes.
The Devil’s Corpse.
The voodoo.