Preface:
Edited: January 21, 2013
A gasp was emitted from the back of her throat as soon as her eyes landed on the victims that pleaded with him. Their limbs were twisted in odd angles, making their bodies lean downwards. Grime layered their bodies—their nearly broken forms.
Haunted eyes stared back at her, and she turned her head to the side so she wouldn't have to see them. Their gazes burned her flesh. Their eyes reminded her of death, and she couldn't afford to think about death any more.
"You are my newest possession, Leah," he whispered to her. He placed his chin on her shoulder, leaning downwards so that she could see him from the corner of her eyes.
He breathed in and out repeatedly, sniffing in her fear. He thrived on her fear because it made him strong. Her energy and negative emotions drove him insane with desire.
"You are mine, Leah, but you will end up like them if you don't do my bidding. All of these prisoners used to be my possessions, but they weren't useful after a few days. Hopefully, you are useful—or else I'll have to toss you in this cell. I'm sure they would appreciate your company. Look at them, Leah."
Pushing her forward, he forced her to look at the prisoners. She gasped when their fingertips touched her flesh, silently warning her of the suffering. Being his possession was dangerous.
