The Demon's Half

Chapter 6

I crashed to the ground, shoulder first.
My hands were completely numb. I could barely feel them. Mia's cries grew louder.

Every fiber of me screamed—DO SOMETHING.

"HELP!" I yelled. "HELP ME! SOMEONE!"

I twisted, tried to bring my legs to my mouth to tear the bindings with my teeth. But the blindfold was making it extremely hard to aim. And I wasn't flexible enough.

"Mia, I'm coming!"
Lie.

"I promise!"
Lie. Lie. Lies.

Her scream rang in my ears. "PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T!"

I tried again.
Trying desperately to reach my feet with my teeth. To free my ankles. It was impossible, so I brought my feet to my chest and pulled. The sound of scattered beads clattered against the floor.
A cold air brushed the back of my neck.

"I'll give you my soul, only if you save her."

A different dark took me, not the blindfold's black, but something that didn't even feel human. Everything twisted and melted until...
My body lay below like a broken doll.

I watched it with a new, impossible distance and understood: I'd been ripped out of myself.
I. Had. Been. Ripped. From. MY. BODY.

¿Qué coño?

The world felt too far away, slimy. I hovered, weightless. Below me, I was there.
Lying motionless on the filthy floor, my dark long hair plastered to my sweat-slicked face. Wrists and ankles bound, blood covering the ropes.
The room was a basement.
Walls that had once been white looked almost brown, filled with black mold. The right far corner was dripping. But I had no time to process it. Mia screamed again.
I tried to move, to get to her.
But I was being held.

"Let me go!" I screamed, but no sound came.

My body below me stirred.

I'm waking up.
I'm regaining control.
Horror bloomed as I realized I was still hovering above it. My body twitched. My head snapped back—CRACK. The restrains fell.
My arms and legs twisted at impossible angles. In ways no human body would be able to.
Black veins crawled beneath my skin. My blindfold dissolved into nothing. And when my blackened eyes snapped open. I knew... I was being possessed.
The basement lights flickered. Each flash revealed something worse. My grotesque form.
The shadows all around the room started moving. Like serpents coming to life.
Glass shattered. Windows. Bulbs. Everything.
The air plummeted to an unnatural cold.
Something ancient had awoken. Something that I had called for. And to my absolute horror, it had listened.

My body looked like a marionette pulled by an unseen hand. Legs spread wide, knees bent inwards then outwards. Head cracked to one side. Tilted again—CRACK. To the other side.

Upstairs, movement began to sound. Furniture moving. And a cacophony of male voices filled the air, panicked.
But my body (no, the thing inside it) moved with terrifying purpose, dragging my consciousness just above it like a prisoner behind rusted bars.

We reached the top of the stairs.
It was chaos. Six men sat around a table, next to them, the window had shattered. I recognized two of those assholes.

"This house is so damn old." One of them said.

"Yeah, and the wind is too strong today, relax Erick." Another one said.

Mia's screams ripped through the air, but they didn't even react. They just sat there discussing what had happened to every shattered glass.
They were monsters. Monsters in human skin.
My body lurched forward, its movements snapping again and again.
The men turned and silence fell, broken only by the creak of the floorboards beneath my inhuman steps. Their eyes went wide and their mouths fell open. Weapons clattered against the table. One stumbled back, chair crashing to the floor.