Shaun Jeffrey - Dead Man's Eye

The woman wrestled against the straps, making the veins stand out in her arms and neck. A gag muffled the sound of her incessant screams. Her large breasts wobbled as she struggled. Sweat dripped down her face and coated her chest, a visible indication of her fear that heightened Malachi’s excitement.

He licked his lips and walked towards her. With many of the hospital staff now part of the demonic legion, he didn’t have to worry about being discovered and he found hiding in plain sight the best option for the time being.

Despite his revulsion of the human race, defiling them gave him immense pleasure in more ways than one.

As he reached the bed, he shucked off his dressing gown. If it wasn’t for the loss of his arm, Lincoln’s body would be an excellent vessel. Strong, fit, and not altogether repugnant, he was getting used to the confines of the flesh into which he now lived.

He rammed his cock between the woman’s spread legs, enjoying watching the human squirm in revulsion with each thrust. He leaned forwards and grabbed her breast, squeezing so hard that the flesh swelled between his fingers as though about to pop like a boil.

The woman closed her eyes, but couldn’t stop the tears that ran as freely down her cheeks as the blood between her legs. Each drop of which aroused the demon even more. Suffering was his drug.

He dug his nails in, drawing blood from her breast like obscene mother’s milk. The woman screamed behind her gag, veritable music to his ears.

At the moment of ejaculation, he sprayed her with his seed, relishing in her revulsion as she squirmed.

Spent, he tugged his dressing gown back on and stared down at the woman. It was time to bring another of his brethren through.

“Kill her,” he said.

Robhartach stood, approached the bed, wrapped his hands around the woman’s throat and squeezed until her eyes bulged. Malachi started his chant, summoning dark energy. At the moment the woman’s spirit departed, he introduced another minion into the woman’s corpse.

Exhausted by the undertaking, Malachi staggered back and collapsed into the chair beside the bed. He hated the fact that bringing his companions through tired him so much. He also hated that he didn’t have full possession of Lincoln. If he did, the demonic legion would be further advanced than it was.

The woman on the bed arched her spine, turned her head to the front with a crack of bones, and her eyes snapped open.

Robhartach tore the tape from her mouth.

“I take it you’ve finished having your fun with my body. Now untie me,” she ordered.

Malachi nodded and his cohort undid the straps, allowing Julitta to remove her legs from the stirrups and stand up, making her breasts wobble. The sight of the human’s naked flesh lost its appeal now that one of his brethren occupied the carcass.

Julitta stretched, manipulating the joints and testing her new vessel. She looked down, grabbed her scratched and bruised breasts and stared at them. “Humans are such vile creatures,” she said, releasing her hold. “I don’t know how you can bring yourself to touch them.”

Malachi snorted. “To defile them, you have to touch them. It’s all part of the fun.” He grinned.

“Well, can someone get me something to cover this revolting shell? As the less of it I can see, the happier I’ll be.”

“Give her those clothes,” Malachi ordered. He laughed at her disgruntled expression when Robhartach passed her the short skirt and skimpy t-shirt the woman had been wearing.

“At least I suppose my vessel is in one piece,” Julitta said, glancing at Malachi.

The demon ground his teeth. “Just remember, if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be here. Now enough of the small talk, I need you to find a girl for me. Her name’s Joanna Raines. Robhartach will bring you up to speed. And you’d better find her, or else…” He left the threat unspoken and watched as his cohorts left the room.

Bone weary, he felt his command on Lincoln fading. If only he could keep control.

That’s when the idea came to him. There must be drugs that would keep Lincoln comatose. Failing that, there must be another way to keep him asleep, perhaps an overdose. As the thought manifested, he lost control.

Lincoln stared at the bed and wondered why the stirrups were attached, and how he found himself in the chair without knowing how he got there. He stood up, alarmed to see blood and semen on the white sheets.

His dressing gown fell open and he saw drying blood covering his penis. The sight made him draw a sharp breath. What the hell had happened? He gingerly wiped the blood away with a tissue from the box beside the bed and checked himself, but found no signs of a cut or abrasion. The question as to where the blood originated bounced around inside his head, and with no answers forthcoming, he really did think he was going mad. Surely he couldn’t have just forgotten what happened, could he?

Needing reassurance and answers, he pressed the call button beside the bed and a moment later, a dark haired nurse entered the room. She glanced at the bed, and then looked at Lincoln with an expression caught between fear and respect.

“Yes,” she said.

“I need to see a doctor.”

“Is there something wrong?”

“Look, I just want to talk to a doctor.”

“The doctor’s busy at the moment.”

“Well there must be more than one doctor available.”

“I’m afraid not.”

Lincoln felt anger bubbling through his body. “I want to see a doctor, now .”

“I’m sorry, it’s not possible.”

“Then I want something to stop me sleeping. Whenever I wake, I dunno, things have changed. Things have happened. Things I can’t remember.”

“I can’t prescribe anything like that.”

“Then what fuckin’ good are you?”

“I’d suggest you calm down.”

“And I’d suggest you get a goddamn doctor in here now, right this minute, before I get really angry.”

The nurse folded her arms below her chest. “No doctor is going to be able to help, that I can assure you.”

Lincoln felt the hairs bristle on the nape of his neck. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just calm down. Relax. Have a nap.”

He took a step forwards and the nurse backed away. “I want to know what you mean,” he said.

“I mean, if you don’t desist, then you’ll have to be restrained for your own good, which wouldn’t be a bad idea anyway. I might have to suggest it.”

“Suggest it! Suggest it to who?”

“It doesn’t matter. Now this is your last warning. Shut up, calm down, and just enjoy the time you have…”

“The time I have what?”

The nurse glared at him and then walked across the room, pushed him onto the bed and held him down with more strength than he would have thought possible from anyone, never mind someone with such a diminutive stature.

Lincoln stared up at her green eyes, and for a brief moment it looked as though blackness oozed within her sockets, the effect extinguished as she blinked.

“I haven’t got time for this. Now just behave like a good little boy and everything will be fine.”

She released her hold, but gripped by an unnatural fear, Lincoln didn’t move until she left the room.

When he did sit up, his hand was shaking, breaths coming in short little bursts.

Something was going on, and whatever it was, he needed to get to the bottom of it, and quickly too if he was to retain any sanity at all.

“So what do we do now?” Stephen asked.

Joanna stared at the statue of Christ, hoping for some inspiration, but none seemed forthcoming.

A cold chill permeated the church, the wooden pews of which felt even colder, but Joanna suspected they were safe within the holy structure, giving them time to work out their next move. But in the space of almost an hour, they had done little but bicker quietly between themselves, too afraid to raise their voices for fear of aggravating the priest any further.