Games of a Different Kind-{sequel to Toys of a Dangerous Mind}

Chapter 6

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Her eyes captured mine and a giggle escaped her mouth. Liam interpreted it as a laugh at his words and smiled with her. But now all I could see was the crimson quality of her eyes. Naomi loved how she had caught me, as caught me she had. My hand which had been firmly resolving to turn the door handle and inform Liam of the true devil she was, froze. My legs which had been set on bringing me to tell the truth were paralyzed. Naomi had me under her power.

I winced as I struggled to overcome the sheer strength that Naomi's mind exerted against mine. But I was weak and the demonic quality of her mind was stronger than mine and revelled in exultation at her strengh. Another smile, another laugh and even as her eyes were trapping my own, she regaled Liam with a fanciful story, the latter not seeming to notice the battle going between us.

And then, the pain was stabbed into me. A dagger injected with venom twisting my body to its will and I was a fish stuck on a hook. No physical weapon touched me and yet my body was filled with the thousands of waves of horror and pain. Even the release of screams were denied me as my voice was blocked from use. Naomi looked at me - inside of me- and another cruel smile began a whole new level of pain.

I was begging her to stop, I was pleading for my life, I was crawling on my knees for her to end this torment. She understood every agnoized thought of mine and yet, she contined the torture, punishing me for what I had attempted to do. To wrest away a play-toy that was- in her mind- rightfully her's.

A deal passed between us and though I might have once prized myself on endurance, I was forced to accept the conditions that she placed before me. The pain subsided and yet a new hurt forced its way into my mind, digging into the recesses of my mind. Like a worm pushing aside dirt as it travelled deeper into my mind- Naomi squirmed around, discarding the thoughts and memories that littered my mind and dug straight to the core.

You will not tell him of my true identity. Her voice appeared in my mind, as spiteful and manipulating and terrible as her true self would be like. You will not discourage him from befriending me and you will not tell Raxis of the human and I. If you deign to disobey me- at this, her voice grew astronomically loud and drummed around my head as if a person was speaking through a loudspeaker into my ear- then I will have the boy tortured, and yourself included. After these last words, I simply heard a ghastly round of laughter then she withdrew from my head.

In reality now, I could see her talking and laughing with Liam. Her laughter echoed around the walls and the same wash of hatred overcame me. My mind was hurting from the invasion it had failed to protect me from and the remembrance of her words bounced around my head, taunting me.

'.then I will have the boy tortured, and yourself included...' It was all too much. The words trembling and shaking like glass does before it shatters, I fell to the ground. My collapse was silent even so and no one heard me and no one seemed to care as I screamed in my mind, trying to rid myself of her endless laughter.

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I woke up in the dark alcove, the room no longer in front of me- a room which I could not have entered. Naomi's influence in my mind was vanished, though the taint of her visit remained, and Liam and her's camaraderie was no longer flaunting itself in front of me. Piecing reason and broken memories together, I assumed that she had taken me here so that I would not be present when Liam exited the room.