The man narrows his eyes, clearly angry at my reaction. “You stupid bitch. You think you’re better than me? Won’t be so mouthy when I have my cock shoved down your fucking throat.”
I laugh, because seriously … the audacity. It bubbles up sharp and ugly, something wild clawing at my ribs.
I survived that exact scenario. I lived. And this dumbass is threatening to assault me in a bar full of people like it’s a fucking game.
Okay, guy, let’s do it.
As my laugh grows sharper, something curls along my spine, burrowing deep, whispering violence into my veins. My skin stings, stretching tight over muscle that doesn’t feel like mine anymore. Every nerve braces for a tear, right along my unseen seams, spilling what’s underneath onto the filthy floor.
I try to move—can’t.
Try to stop—can’t.
Something, or someone, shoves forward, slipping inside my consciousness, folding itself into the synapses of my mind.
I’m watching myself from inside my own body, trapped behind my own eyes.
I’m me, but I’mmore.
Whatever’s in here with me seethes—not just angry, but divine and cruel, ancient in its rage.
“Hey, handsome,” I purr.
But it’s notreallyme. It’s something else, pulling my strings from somewhere deep inside.
“What type of fun did you have in mind? I have a few ideas myself.”
His smirk wobbles. And beneath it, something stirs. Thick, oil-slick filth seeps from his pores, curling up his throat like it wants to choke him from the inside out.
The air thickens, sharp and acrid, the smell of burning rubber making my eyes water.
Then it spreads, oozing and throbbing, smothering him in a skin of thick, pulsing tar.
He doesn’t notice.
But I do. I see it all.
And somehow, I understand exactly what I’m looking at.
His rotten, fucked-up soul, wallowing in its own filth.
Flashes of a very young girl struggling flicker behind my eyes, like found footage from someone’s worst nightmare.
It’s fucking disgusting.
Did this sick fuck rape an underage girl?
The feeling of righteous anger swells in my chest, destroying the dormant bugs.
Fuck, it feels good.
“What d’ya have in mind?” The piece of shit slurs his words and hiccups as he tries to grab my tits.
Fuck all of that.
I’m done being pushed around.
I don’t think. I don’t aim. I just grab the steak knife and jam it into his balls with every ounce of hate I’ve got.
