by Evie Rhodes
He paused. “I am also YOURS!”
He pointed to the masterpiece he had seared into the wall. The flaming “X” glowed with a light of its own.
“This is my legacy, Evelyn. It is my mark. It will travel through the generations of my seed to come. It is a life force. It is what makes me eternal. Didn’t they teach you all about that in Sunday school?”
He stooped down so he could be at eye level with Evelyn. “Take a look around, because you will spend a great deal of time on these very premises, Evelyn. You will never leave this house again. Oh, no. You will not ever leave. Because if you do . . .” He reached for a handful of her wet hair. He forced her face up to his.
His gaze bore into her. “If you ever try to leave you will die! You will die a death more vicious than the wildest imagination can conjure up. Painfully and slowly, I will release life from your body. Until you beg for death. Until you seek its face. I will kill you and anything you love. Understood? Look at the mark.”
His voice now held the musical tempo of soothing waters. “Look at it I said.”
Evelyn struggled to rip her gaze from him. She looked at the flaming, spirited “X” seared into the wall. The mark swam like a watery illusion before her eyes.
“You’ve been chosen to be the carrier of my legend. In your womb the seed of the “X” will be implanted for generations to come. You, Evelyn, will raise a warrior. Remember the number six. Don’t forget it because it’s a very important part of your future.” His words echoed through the chambers of her being.
Venom rose from the depths of her belly. Hatred swelled inside her. Refusal bubbled from the depths of her soul at the despicable evil. It spewed forth from her lips. She warred with him in a single word. “No!” She pushed him so hard he stumbled backward.
The tail of a reptile leaped from his eyes. It lashed around her neck choking her. It left a trailing red welt on her skin. As quickly as it emerged, it withdrew. Evelyn gagged. She wet herself.
Quentin was unperturbed. He got up and in her face just a little bit closer. Calmly he told her, “Yes.”
He turned his attention to the “X.” It burned brighter under the heat of his satanic gaze. Light streamed from his eyes.
He looked at her. Hot sensuality replaced the light streaming from his eyes, an animal scent of musk rose from the heat of his body.
Quentin slowly licked the outer parameters of Evelyn’s lips. He was all lithe sensuality as he gently stroked her wet hair. He kissed the tears from her cheeks.
Evelyn rebuffed his very touch. Her skin crawled from the touch of the beast. Her insides heaved. Then something inside her cracked. It broke down. It disconnected. She lost the last of the tentative hold. She couldn’t handle it.
Once again she reached out seeking solace in a corner of her mind she never knew was there. This time the corner embraced her with warm and welcoming arms. It was a place of peace, quietness and refuge.
She floated away as the beast mauled and devoured her body.
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