Her blood was boiling. And there was something going on down below. Kimber didn't care.
He was whispering to her again, telling her to ignore the voices below her. Those voices held lies; only he could give her the truth.
I'm your only friend, Kimber. Only I can set you free, my angel. Come to me, come to me.
"What do you want me to do?" she shrieked to the sky. "I gave you everything! I've got nothing else to give!"
Not true, my angel. You can be my greatest work of art. Just this final thing I ask of you. Dance with me angel. Give yourself over to me.
"I'm afraid," she whimpered.
Don't be afraid of me, love. Fear is for minor players, those of no consequence. You are greater than that. Give yourself to me and be immortal. Let me give you what Christian never could. Let me set you free.
She cringed. How seductive that voice was now! How silly she was to have been afraid of him before. How silly a girl she was before, letting porn and Christian and pop culture dictate her life, her thoughts, her body. She'd given them everything she'd held dear, and they took from her daily and daily demanded more.
Greedy bastards. She had nothing left to give.
But you do, my love, and it's mine. Mine and mine alone. Give me this one last thing, and peace can be yours. Forever.
Come to me.
Kimber listened to what he had to say, then she nodded. How sweet it would be to have peace at last! To be set free from the pain and misery that had been her life from the moment she'd laid eyes on the handsome doctor whose mouth spouted only lies. She opened her arms and prepared to give her final gift.
And that's when the door behind her blew to bits.