I’ll feed on her for days, maybe weeks, if her body lasts that long.
But regardless of all that fuckery, thewantgnawing at my core makes one thing brutally clear…
I need totallybrand her, and activate the timer.
I need to know exactly how long this cursed Isle will let me keep her. How many days, how many weeks I have to slowlydismantle her completely before Ninth Isle starts pulling me apart too.
I have to mark her deep and make her irrevocably mine—to hurt, to haunt, to taunt, and to fuck whenever the urge takes me.
Once my claim is burned into her flesh, no other entity will dare touch what’s mine.
They might slink around the edges and try to snatch tiny scraps of fear I leave behind, jumping at her from the shadows for pathetic little hits… but it will never be enough to challenge me.
What is that thing?Her voice creeps through her mind, small and trembling.
Why don’t you tell me?I reply, pushing the words directly into her thoughts.
Her hands fly up to her head, eyes wide with pure shock.
You… you can hear me?
I remain silent, staring at her through the endless black voids of my eyes. Because I usually don’t do this. I don’t converse. I don’t play mind games with my food.
But with her… something about shattering her sense of safety, even inside her own head, feels far too delicious to resist.
You look just like him…she thinks, the thought leaking out before she can stop it.Just far darker and… dead.
My shadowed tendrils betray me, sweeping across the floor with restless hunger, sliding over the wood like living shadows. They climb the sides of the bed, gliding across the sheets toward her body.
She squeaks in terror and curls in on herself, but it’s useless. The moment they wrap around her ankles, I bare my teeth in a vicious snarl and yank hard.
Her body slides violently down the bed, and in a blur of black smoke and rage, I dash across the room faster than lightning itself, hovering directly above her, my massive frame blotting out what little light remains.
She stares up at me, that tiny stubborn light in her chest flickering wildly.
I lean closer, black lips ghosting over her stitched ones.
Good. Then you already know exactly what I’m going to fucking do to you.
She blinks blankly up at me, a single tear spilling down her temple and disappearing into her black hair, fear radiating off of her, and I breathe it in like it’s oxygen.
You know?I purr, my voice a low, velvet rumble inside her skull as my pitch-black eyes rake slowly down her body, lingering on her heaving tits and the way her nipple has stiffened against her will.
Hearing your thoughts isn’t the only thing I can control.
I stare deep into her wide hazel eyes and clench my fist, fast.
Her eyeballs snap backward brutally, rolling deep into her skull until only the bloodshot whites remain, and a choked, terrified whimper leaves her throat.
My own eyes ignite with a cold, glowing white light that bathes her pale, frightened face. The crude stitches in her lips are pulled tight, tearing through bruised flesh.
Her entire body suddenly stiffens like a puppet on strings as I seize full control.
And I explore her.
My senses slither beneath her skin like smoke—probing, tasting, and invading every hidden corner.
They slide between her legs, pushing deep inside her ruined core, and I can feel it all. The damage, the scars, there’s no womb left, just hollowed, scarred tissue lining her walls.
