The Deadly Charm

Part 68 : Whispers in the Dark

Chanya paced restlessly across the room. The silence in the grand, empty space only amplified the tension that coiled tighter with each passing second. Her footsteps echoed, like whispers bouncing off the edges of a void that had no end.

For the past two weeks, she had tried contacting Yongsan—again and again. But there was nothing. Not a single message. Not a word. He had vanished as if swallowed by the night. Worry gnawed at her heart, a heavy dread creeping through her veins. Something was wrong. She could feel it.

But more terrifying than Yongsan's disappearance... were the things that had begun happening to her each night.

Unexplainable things.

Every evening, as she lay down in the cavernous solitude of her bedroom, a presence wrapped around her—unseen but undeniable. A touch, faint and intimate, began to glide across her skin. It felt like breath against her neck, like fingers tracing invisible paths over her body. Her flesh tingled, her senses awakened against her will.

At first, she dismissed it as hallucination—stress, exhaustion, guilt, perhaps. But the sensations grew stronger. Sharper. Real.

Some nights, the touch was tender, like someone whispering sweet nothings in the dark.

Other nights, it became overwhelming.

Rough. Demanding. As if multiple hands were claiming her, holding her, controlling her.

She would feel arms embrace her from behind, warm breath brushing against her shoulder, lips that weren't there ghosting across her skin. And she—helplessly—responded. Her body betrayed her every time.

She told herself to resist.
Don't give in.
But the force—this strange, invisible entity—was too strong. It pulled her under, again and again, into a tide of pleasure she couldn't escape.

Some nights, it didn't happen just once.
It came in waves.

One after another.
Until she was breathless and trembling, unsure if she had even truly slept.

Her body, stirred awake by a hunger she hadn't asked for, writhed under an invisible grip. She climaxed repeatedly, consumed by an arousal born of shadows and air. She didn't know what it was, only that she couldn't stop it. Couldn't flee. Couldn't want to flee.

Sometimes she felt a presence behind her—arms wrapping tightly around her, not cruelly, but with chilling possession. The warmth of it frightened her... but it also ignited her body beyond resistance.

Each time it happened, her body yielded instinctively. The pleasure peaked, uninvited but unstoppable.
She didn't ask for it.
She didn't consent.
But it happened.

"What is this...?" she whispered aloud one night, her voice trembling in the dark, filled with fear.

Desire and dread twisted inside her like two vines—entangled, inseparable.

Something was happening to her. Something beyond her control.
Was it a side effect of the dark rituals she had taken part in?
Or... was this a punishment?

The thought chilled her to the core.

Was the spirit they once summoned now returning, seeking repayment?
Was the dark force she once commanded now turning on its master?

She sank into the chair, eyes wide with dread. Her chest rose and fell with each shallow breath. She remembered Yongsan's warnings—about spirits, bindings, sacrifices. Was this the price she had to pay?

Each night, the presence returned.

Each night, she was trapped in the same cycle.

The sensations. The whispers. The climax she couldn't deny.
It was no longer just an act of passion. It was possession.

A curse.

And every time it touched her, she felt herself unravel a little more—emotionally, physically, spiritually. Her sense of self was being chipped away, and in its place... desire.

Crushing, endless, inescapable desire.

Chanya looked around the room, her eyes wide, searching the shadows. But nothing was there.
Only emptiness.
And a presence in the dark that would not leave.