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I’m just opening my mouth to reply when there’s a knock at the door. I freeze when Satan smiles and calls for whoever’s on the other side to come in.
Snow waltzes in, hands in the pockets of his ripped black jeans, his leather jacket slipping off his shoulders.
“You wanted to see me?” His tone is polite enough, his face neutral, but there’s insolence in his gaze too.
“Ah, Snow, yes I did. I need your assistance with Miss Kingfisher.”
“What?” I spin to face her but she ignores me. “I’m not going anywhere with him!”
“She has been most impertinent and needs to be punished. See to it, and make sure it’s good. You’re dismissed.”
“I am not—”
My words are cut off by the lightning coursing through my body as Satan pushes the button to activate my shock chip.
Every sense in my being becomes overwhelmed by indescribable chaos.
First, there’s the initial shock, a sudden jolt that feels like a thousand needles piercing my skin all at once. It’s as if my entire body has been drenched in ice-cold water, but I’m on fire. The shock sends violent shivers down my spine. My muscles clench involuntarily, and I can’t control the convulsions that wrack my body.
My vision blurs as if someone has thrown a sheet of static over my eyes. It’s impossible to focus on anything, and the world around me is a chaotic swirl of colours and shapes.
I can hear a deafening, high-pitched buzzing in my ears, drowning out all other sounds, as if I’ve been plunged into a relentless storm of noise.
My heart pounds like a jackhammer, each beat echoing in my chest as if it’s trying to escape the torment.
Time stretches, and seconds feel like hours as the electric current courses through me. My mind races in a panicked frenzy, and I’m unable to think clearly. Fear and confusion consume me, and I desperately wish for the torment to end.
As the electricity continues to surge, a burning sensation spreads throughout my body. Like I’m on fire from the inside, my skin tingles and sizzles with the intense heat. I can smell the acrid scent of burning flesh, and the taste of metal floods my mouth, as if I were sucking on a copper penny. It takes a second of agony to realise it’s blood; my blood. I must have bitten my tongue with the force of the shock.
All I can think about is the overwhelming need for this nightmare to be over. I feel like the helpless puppet I denied being, completely at the mercy of the relentless electrical current coursing through my body.
I would give anything for it to stop. It’s a terrifying, agonising experience I will never forget – a chaotic, all-consuming maelstrom of pain, fear, and confusion that leaves me utterly powerless – until it stops as suddenly as it started, and I crash forward into Snow’s outstretched, waiting arms.
Fuck.
I’M SMOOTHER THAN AN ICE RINK
‘CROSS MY HEART I HOPE YOU DIE’ – MEG SMITH
KOOKABURRA
Icome to, submerged, and the world around me is a chaotic, watery blur. My lungs scream for air, and my heart races with panic as I struggle to make sense of my surroundings.
Ice cold water envelops my head, and it feels like a relentless grip, pulling me deeper into darkness. All the while my entire body pulses with a desperate need, and the force of…something slamming into me causes me to jerk with each movement.
Water stings my eyes.
Why am I wet? Surely I’m not crying? Is this another nightmare? Have the demons of my past returned to haunt me? I thought I slayed them once and for all. They shouldn’t be able to hurt me now. Nothing can hurt me now. I took away their power.
My chest tightens, and I try to inhale, but all I get is a searing burn as water – real and ice cold and not something from a night terror – rushes into my nose and mouth. My body convulses with the instinctive need for oxygen, and I thrash in a futile attempt to break free from the suffocating embrace of the water.
At the same time, I’m aware of waves of pleasure rippling through my body.How is that possible? I’ve never enjoyed this. No matter how sick and twisted I’ve become, this has never been pleasurable.
I force my mind to relax, praying my body will follow suit. If my demon thinks I’m close to passing out, they might relent their hold on me.
It allows me to take stock of my body. Beyond the burning need to breathe, there’s a bruising grip on my hip, and an iron force holding my head down. Muffled sounds of fucking reach me underwater and disbelief makes my blood run cold.
Not again!
