Do not fall. Be silent.
It was amazing what female muscles could do when there was no great aversion to pain or injury. A torn muscle here, a bruise there. These sensations were nothing to my collectables.
The time was past midnight. The Witching Hour. I smiled.
My puppets would soon be killing and ripping apart men to my and their dark soul’s content. I licked my tongue across the join of my lips.
“What is happening?” In the light that constantly flooded our room, I could see Red’s eyes flickering, searching my face for clues.
“Shhh. I told you I would fix things.”
They thought that depriving me of Keppra took away my powers because I had told them this was the way I worked. Fools. It was the opposite.
And now I had evidence that purity of anger and a body clean of Keppra gave me abilities I had never dreamed I possessed.
I scrunched my hand into Red’s hair and smiled inside as she stirred and shot me a worried look.
Soon they would be dead fools.
CHAPTER 21
ISAK
In my mind’s eye, I watched them climbing the outside of the tower, fingers finding holds as they clung to the façade, arms reaching higher, toes digging in. Most had shed their shoes and in places there were so many clinging to the tower that they resembled a horde of mindless zombies. They were not mindless of course. It was only that I had overridden their natural control of their selves.
My control did not need to be constant, fleeting touches would succeed, and this was what saved me from overload.
Once commanded I need only to, now and then… nudge them.
To re-enter the tower, they sought open windows and they found them – the sea breeze must have tempted the men. They climbed onto balconies in a pretty tide. Some gained entry via the lower three floors. Though the elevators would not ascend past the obstructed floor without some sort of authority, the fire exit stairways then allowed them to ascend from floor to floor.
As they cleared the levels, gunshots began to occur, but I heard them through the women and not through my own ears. Silenced weapons, I assumed. Ted would not want the police called if he had to shoot me. His precaution was my advantage.
By numbers, by stealth, by their very unexpected appearance, my private army swarmed into the bedrooms and killed sleeping men – sometimes by weight alone. A few of my females died, but most lived and came onward, sneaking down the corridors until the only room unconquered was the one outside my own.
“Enter!” I said aloud, as well as mentally. I pulled Red to the floor and lay flat beside her with my arm over her back.
My rage had not ceased, it seethed, and my dick hardened at the prospect of death, destruction, and vengeance.
The outside door to the corridor flew inward, banging into the wall and bouncing. The three guards drew guns. By then, my army of women was armed, and bullets found as many guards as it did women.
Red had sat up and gasped at the gunfire. When she spotted the milling figures in the outer room, when the first hand turned our door’s handle, she swiveled to look at me.
“Isak?”
“They are ours.” I drew her to her feet. “Our help is here.”
“This easily?”
“You lost a finger.” Muscles twisted at my jaw. “Not so easily.”
Women stepped away from our glass door, parting to clear a ragged road to the door that led to the corridor – like the parting of the Red Sea. I smirked and pulled Red with me, stepping from our little internal room.
My assembled army was silent, except for their breathing. They waited.
“I…” She shook her head. “This scares me.”
I knew that already. Her heart thundered. I stared at the bloody bandage on her hand.
I looked around the room. So many nubile females, and all of them in my thrall.
A dead guard lay on the floor, blood spilling from his chest and mouth onto the white tiles. Another curled in a corner, sorely injured, judging by widening splashes of red on his shirt. A third cowered, also wounded but alert. Pistols were aimed at him from above.
I felt Red’s fear relocate from being for her own safety to a fear of something else.
A fear of me.
I ignored it. Later, I would deal with her. My hate needed an outlet. I strode to the least hurt guard and delivered a kick to his side where the blood showed.
His scream took a few seconds to die to a whimper, but his gaze showed defiance. Good. I cracked my knuckles and smiled down at him.
“You will communicate with your boss as you label him. Tell him he is needed, using convincing words. Disobey me or lie and this will happen to you.” I pointed sideways at the other guard. Though almost dead, his sudden cries still made this one’s eyes fix on him and widen.
I listened to the soft sounds and his blubbers and weeping as my girls removed his eyes then cut open his belly without bothering to strip him. The slop of his intestines hitting the floor was a nice punctuation to his final whistling wail. The blood caught my eye as it spread nearer but I focused on this one below me.
“Now do you see?”
He nodded and pointed to a pocket.
“Do it.”
He pulled out a cellphone, showed me the person he called, then connected to Ted.
It rang a while then was picked up. “Sir, we have a problem with our guest. Can you come now, please?”
