Taste

Squish

The taste of power, no matter how amazing it is, is rather close to blood.

I bit into the beating flesh, the warm blood it still weakly pumped filling my mouth. It tasted awfully sweet and metallic, but the meat was so tender it was criminal. I ate the heart with relish, with every bite feeling more powerful. Her magic flowed into my veins, her strength filling every part of my body.

It was exciting, feeling all of this raw strength going through my body. I felt like my flesh was just a shell, the power inside of me only retained by a small membrane of meat and blood. I knew I could crush them. I knew I could enslave them. I felt like every limit I used to have just flown to bloody bits.

I had to do something, and I knew exactly where to start.

I felt the Bond, still engraved into my flesh, pulse and fill with my power. I let my mind travel through it, find its other half. I smiled. His mind truly was weak and unprotected. I slowly pierced through the veil that made him look stronger, and there I struck. All of his will, all of his wants, mine. 

I wanted him to kill the others around him. At first, he refused, attempting to warn the others of this sudden, powerful attack. I chuckled, my voice turning his blood cold in his veins. He froze, and soon he obeyed.

I got myself a nice bowl of stew and made myself a cup of tea. Why fear? It was soon over. I controlled his every step, made him do whatever I wanted. But, of course, the best part was keeping him conscious through the whole thing. In his head, his thoughts turned frantic, his panic swelling so high it wasn't long before my own reacted. But I kept my cool and breathed slowly, staying as calm and collected as I could.

I could hear the shots, the screams for help. I could hear the blood and the bodies hitting the wet earth with a slight squish. I could feel them fear me, and most of all I felt Sully. I felt his panic, I felt his guilt. There was also hate, but in his hate, there was something else. Memory perhaps? Who cared, to be honest.

I sat and ate my stew, the delightful taste of the meat filling my mouth. The infusion was excellent, a fine brew of white tea and cherries. I enjoyed this cozy place, even though all the blood and the corpse inside the kitchen were quite too much. I ate and waited for my new little pet, the young man soon coming inside my temporary home. I gave him back the right to speak his mind, though his body could not disobey me now.

"Had enough yet?!" He spat. I looked at him, his fine features twisted in hate and indignation.

"I thought you enjoyed a little torture. You did like how weak and broken you made me, didn't you?"

He growled and attempted a step towards me, which I stopped immediately.

"Oh? Trying to fight what you did to yourself, are you?" I chuckled. He shuddered. "But you gave me this power, Sully. You made me your master. You killed those men and women out there. You're the one at fault here."

His guilt started to grow heavily at this, and I was delighted by its sweet taste on my tongue. I pushed him to the floor, his body like a ragdoll in my hands. I laughed, looking him dead in the eyes. And with the sweetest Command, I made him regret his entire life.

"Why don't you bring me some meat from the freezer, Sully?" I smiled.

His mind refusing to move, but his body already getting up, he made his way to wherever this witch's freezer was. He came back soon after, holding a frozen brain. Tears were rolling down his cheeks.

"Oh, how lovely! Thank you." I said, taking it from his hands. "Now clean up the mess I made, will you?" I Commanded again. It was fun to have him, fun to have a pet of my own. While he  went and cleaned the blood, I chopped up the brain and begun to fry it. Of course, it wasn't going to be Nan's cooking, but it was going to be good nonetheless.

The night went on undisturbed, the backups too far to come and help their now dead comrades before morning. Once the first light of dawn brightened the sky, though, they came and attempted to conquer. No one told them of Sully's betrayal, and so I sent him.

The poor little man walked to them caked in the blood of his friends, telling them they had to chance to win. He begged and pleaded, even crying for the show. The soldiers took him in and sent him to wait inside one of their trucks. It was going just as planned.

I got into the witch's room and changed. Her clothes were flashy and chic, a bit too much in my opinion, but I found what I wanted. A dark dress, the skirt barely going past my knees. It made me look slimmer and beautiful, the kind of dress you wear for special occasions like weddings or funerals.

The fried brain bits I put in a sandwich, which I wrapped up and kept close. I also picked up the witch's book, which I hid in a bag I salvaged from her things.

I walked out the house with all the grace I could muster. I went up to them slowly, their breaths visible in the cold morning air. Their guns were pointed at me, but they shook enough to make noise. They were strong and dangerous, but debilitatingly scared. My voice rose above the noise. It was strong and firm, yet sweet and kind. It was a Command none of them could ignore, no matter the training they received.

"I rule you all now." I said, "You're all mine and I own you. Now, put down your weapons and let's all go back to base, shall we?"

With no ounce of resistance, they dropped their guns, leaving them to hang at the side of their hip. Like obedient puppets, they walked back into their trucks, Sully begging them to go back out and fight me. I laughed. What a nice thing it is, to break down a man.

I got in the passenger seat of one of the trucks, and soon we drove off into the distance, towards that delightful place where they tried to break my soul.

Off to overpower them all.