anyone seeing, knowing…it was his secret. He looked forward to coming here each day and spending time with her.
He flipped open his phone, using the light it cast to illuminate his path, ensuring he didn’t fall or trip over the scattered debris on the floor. That definitely would not do. Although he was pretty sure he could walk this path in his sleep.
He knew there was an old wheelchair sitting in front of a rusted out shell of a hospital bed , both items taking up the corner to the left of the musty, damp room. Even though the light from his phone was dim, he was able to see the mold that slinked up the cold, cement block walls.
He glanced at the decrepit bed with it’s rusted railings raised and smiled as he remembered the evil demon laying in it, drooling spittle, moaning. His head dipping from side to side as he writhed in agony, his breathing light and shallow, his curved skeletal hands, grossly claw-like, reaching for him.
Swallowing hard, he instinctively backed up as fear gripped his heart, his heartbeat erratic and racing. He hated and treasured the memory at the same time. He swiped at the sweat on his forehead subconsciously rubbing his hand onto his pant leg.
It was the first time he felt his own power, knew he was special. He stood up to the demon, removing the dropper from the medicine vial that sat next to him on the nightstand and squeezed its contents into the old man’s gaping orifice. It dribbled down the side of his lagging mouth.
He pump ed it, refilling it several times, over and over, and stood watching, waiting, for the results. This was his brand of mercy and he waited for the confirmation of the light. He was rewarded shortly thereafter with the demon’s weakened spastic convulsing. Flopping like a beaten, dying fish in the confines of his cage, unable to escape, forced to lay witness to his extraordinary power.
Knowing his mother would soon hear the sound of alarms blaring as the machines gave him away, he momentarily cringed, calming only after realizing the demon was doomed nonetheless. The smile crept back onto his stony face.
When she finally arrived it would be too late, the demon would be dead. He saw in his minds eye, the corner of the faded blue room as he stared numbly at the carpet, stained with years of the demon’s urine, feces, vomit and blood.
The corners of his mouth lifted as he felt somewhat overwhelmed by his control and smiled at the fond recollection. He shook off his trip down memory lane regaining his outward appearance of normality and continued to point his phone’s light back onto the floor, as he walked across the last twenty feet to reach… her .
H e slowly pushed the door to the side and entered the darkening room. It took a few minutes for his eyes to become accustomed to the dimness. He raised his head, trying to focus his eyes on his beautiful girlfriend. She squinted when he shone the light in her eyes, turning her head. She looked tired, ragged. She needed sleep.
He flicked the switch on the wall and the lone light flipped on, casting its faint yellow glow along the gray cement walls. The shadows of the room elongated and moved in an eerie dance as the light bulb flickered every few seconds. He noticed her moving against her bindings, the silver of the duct tape glimmering with each weakened pull. He closed his phone promptly shutting the light off and dropped it back inside his uniform pocket.
Walking to her side , he lowered his hand and grabbed at her, rubbing her breasts until she winced, loving her response. She arched her back as he squeezed, propping herself up, moving closer to his hand.
“You greedy little whore…” he looked down the length of her, taking note that she lost more weight. “You like when I grab your tits, don’t you?”
Her eyes widened , and she shook her head violently side to side.
“You have to eat , or you won’t be as pretty as she was,” he muttered, his
He flipped open his phone, using the light it cast to illuminate his path, ensuring he didn’t fall or trip over the scattered debris on the floor. That definitely would not do. Although he was pretty sure he could walk this path in his sleep.
He knew there was an old wheelchair sitting in front of a rusted out shell of a hospital bed , both items taking up the corner to the left of the musty, damp room. Even though the light from his phone was dim, he was able to see the mold that slinked up the cold, cement block walls.
He glanced at the decrepit bed with it’s rusted railings raised and smiled as he remembered the evil demon laying in it, drooling spittle, moaning. His head dipping from side to side as he writhed in agony, his breathing light and shallow, his curved skeletal hands, grossly claw-like, reaching for him.
Swallowing hard, he instinctively backed up as fear gripped his heart, his heartbeat erratic and racing. He hated and treasured the memory at the same time. He swiped at the sweat on his forehead subconsciously rubbing his hand onto his pant leg.
It was the first time he felt his own power, knew he was special. He stood up to the demon, removing the dropper from the medicine vial that sat next to him on the nightstand and squeezed its contents into the old man’s gaping orifice. It dribbled down the side of his lagging mouth.
He pump ed it, refilling it several times, over and over, and stood watching, waiting, for the results. This was his brand of mercy and he waited for the confirmation of the light. He was rewarded shortly thereafter with the demon’s weakened spastic convulsing. Flopping like a beaten, dying fish in the confines of his cage, unable to escape, forced to lay witness to his extraordinary power.
Knowing his mother would soon hear the sound of alarms blaring as the machines gave him away, he momentarily cringed, calming only after realizing the demon was doomed nonetheless. The smile crept back onto his stony face.
When she finally arrived it would be too late, the demon would be dead. He saw in his minds eye, the corner of the faded blue room as he stared numbly at the carpet, stained with years of the demon’s urine, feces, vomit and blood.
The corners of his mouth lifted as he felt somewhat overwhelmed by his control and smiled at the fond recollection. He shook off his trip down memory lane regaining his outward appearance of normality and continued to point his phone’s light back onto the floor, as he walked across the last twenty feet to reach… her .
H e slowly pushed the door to the side and entered the darkening room. It took a few minutes for his eyes to become accustomed to the dimness. He raised his head, trying to focus his eyes on his beautiful girlfriend. She squinted when he shone the light in her eyes, turning her head. She looked tired, ragged. She needed sleep.
He flicked the switch on the wall and the lone light flipped on, casting its faint yellow glow along the gray cement walls. The shadows of the room elongated and moved in an eerie dance as the light bulb flickered every few seconds. He noticed her moving against her bindings, the silver of the duct tape glimmering with each weakened pull. He closed his phone promptly shutting the light off and dropped it back inside his uniform pocket.
Walking to her side , he lowered his hand and grabbed at her, rubbing her breasts until she winced, loving her response. She arched her back as he squeezed, propping herself up, moving closer to his hand.
“You greedy little whore…” he looked down the length of her, taking note that she lost more weight. “You like when I grab your tits, don’t you?”
Her eyes widened , and she shook her head violently side to side.
“You have to eat , or you won’t be as pretty as she was,” he muttered, his
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