Animalistic Desires 2

TSH Part 16

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Cora felt sick to her stomach, and turned her head as Typhon began to drain Medusa's blood from the Gorgon's dead body. He had laid the corpse on some rocks, and slit Medusa's throat. Typhon then placed a clay urn under her neck, and let her blood drain into it. What was even more horrifying, was that he was doing this while he had complete control over Michael's body.

"I'm sorry that you had to see that." Typhon told her. "But I had to take her blood as soon as possible. I need for her blood to be fresh."

Cora didn't say a word, as she began to tremble. She didn't know if it was from how frightened she was, or the fact the she was cold—due to her being completely naked. She couldn't even look at him. What was once the face of the man she loved, now housed the evil mind of a monster.

"Are you alright?" Typhon asked.

"What to you think?" Cora replied, as she snapped at him in anger. "I'm laying completely naked on a cold stone slab, you've taken possession of my husbands body, and I just witnessed you violently murder a woman who was foolish enough to be in love with you. So to answer your question. No! I am not alright!"

Typhon's face became stoic. She could practically hear his anger, as he began breathing heavily through his nostrils. As she looked into his eyes, she could see the seething rage. Typhon's jaw was clinched, as he seemed to be holding back his anger.

"You know, you are lucky that I love you as much as I do." He angrily replied, through his gritted teeth. "No one else would get away with talking to me like that. So I'm giving you a warning. If you ever disrespect me like that again, it won't be you who suffers. It'll be any random number of people who might be unfortunate enough to cross my path. Not only will their deaths be more horrific than Medusa's, but it won't matter who they are. Man, woman, or even child, it doesn't matter. Their blood will be on your hands, and I will make you watch as their cries of mercy fall on my deaf ears. But I doubt that they will fall on yours."

"You wouldn't!" Cora cried.

"Would you like to find out just what kind of horrific acts, I am actually capable of?" Typhon asked in an eerily calm tone.

"No." Cora answered. "Please don't do that."

Typhon gave her a sickening smile. He then walked over to her, and gently lifted her chin with his index finger. He made her skin crawl because of his touch, as well as the triumphant smirk that was plastered upon his face.

"Then tell me what I want to hear." Typhon whispered.

"I'm sorry." Cora replied. She felt defeated, but she knew that she couldn't be responsible for his wrath being taken out on innocent people. Warm tears began to escape her eyes, as they began to stream down her cheeks. Typhon then proceeded to wipe her tears away with his thumb.

"Don't cry my love." He whispered. "From now on, everything is going to be wonderful. Your life is going to be perfect. Not only are you greatly loved by one who is about to become king of Olympus, but you will soon reign as my queen."

His eyes then made their way down to her naked body.

"I suppose we should put some type of clothing on you." He said. "After all, a true queen cannot be expected to run around in a state of undress." Typhon then gave her a coy smile, and walked over to what looked like an old trunk. He then reached in, and pulled out a long silky white gown. It was trimmed and adorned in gold, as the style reminded her of the Greek Goddesses.