Brianna groaned as the demon kept trying to get into her mind. But she was resilient as sweat poured down her face, “Give up lil mambo,” The hell creature purred, “I’d prefer you to be awake when I have you scream.” Brianna glared into his eyes, “Go back to hell you abomination.”
A black tentacle shot from his back and into Brianna’s stomach, “Dumb b***h,” He spat, his black spittle destroying the tile floor. Brianna retched at the pain, his poison burning her veins.
“Master Mizè told me I could own you as soon as I broke your soul. So that’s what I’m going to do.”
And then he was in her mind.
Brianna was sobbing watching memories of Mizè violating her, trying and this time succeeding in having her. It was violet and brutal, and it felt so real. And as Brianna’s dread and pain
