Karin: The Demon Sleeping Within

Chapter 8: Possessed

"We will mend the broken..." I spoke out to the crowd of commoners and the workers for our kingdom in Astrea.

Smiling towards me, her hand slipped in mine.

"...together," she had concluded.

Cheers sounded, bouncing off the walls, echoing through the halls.

***

"It's okay! She's not harming me-" My sister tried to hush the now riled up crowd.

"Shush. Elizabeth, it's okay. They will believe what they want. Do you really think they're going to take your word?"

"They might. Maybe if I try..."

"They're fixated on these..." I held up my fists, revealing the metal chains. "They're already convinced that I'm the problem."

Elizabeth's eyes became glossy, a few tears soon brushing down her cheeks and dropping to the pavement. 

"It's not fair!" 

I wanted to hold her; to hug her. I wanted to calm her somehow. If I could have just held her in my arms- but no... not here. Not while we had all of their attention. Their eyes glued onto us like hawks on their prey.

As much as I wanted to extend my arms to her, I couldn't. I remained there, frozen in front of her, though my heart pounded in sorrow.

"Step away from her! Stop poisoning the child!" My lips quivered as the woman's voice sounded in my ears.

You don't understand. She's my... she's my sister.

Elizabeth's grip on my arm loosened, and she snaked her fingers down to mine, intertwining them.

"Elizabeth." My voice held warning.

"She's not harming me!" Elizabeth announced again, a gleaming determination evident in her eyes.

This didn't sit well with the townsfolk, however.

***

Lying on my stomach on the guillotine, my body trembled feeling the coldness of the wooden bench against my skin.

They had stripped me of my outer layers, leaving me bare. Lying there, I felt useless, defenseless and pathetic.

Well they finally did it. They finally decided to get rid of me in the most humiliating way. And, the worse part was not the guillotine itself but that my step-mother and step-sister would have to witness this. I couldn't look at Elizabeth's face. I couldn't bare seeing her cry. I didn't want to tarnish the image of her cheerful look she always had looking my way. I didn't want the sight of her crying to be the last thing I would see.

No, I couldn't look at her.

The eyes of the commoners were mixed, close to all feeling cheerful and excited for what was to come, and, surprisingly, most looking at me seductively. Licking their lips, they stared at my bare back and my small bottom and smooth legs. They devoured my body in their eyes, their intentions anything but pure. How was it that they despised me and accused me of being demonic, yet it was natural to see me in an erotic light?

"I don't want any of these filthy lustful commoners staring at me and seeing me like this," I thought. The only one I want to see me like this is Satania... wait? What?!

"You're about to be executed, and your thoughts are still filled with her!" The feminine voice in my head that matched mine laughed in mockery. "Though... she would gladly fill your wishes and desires."