Chapter 11: Wait... I Can See Through Your Eyes?!

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CAUTION: DO NOT eat food while reading this chapter, unless you think you can take it. xD You have been warned.

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For dinner we had spaghetti and salad. The tomato sauce reminded me of the blood that Throne had on her hands. She licked it off her fingers like she just finished a meal. Though, one thing did bother me. Salem really didn't make it to dinner. I hadn't heard a thing from him in the past 2 hours.

 I moved my fork around my plate. Throne watched me as I played with my food, while Adam just ate his blood covered noodles. To be honest it didn't really bother me that he drank blood, plus it just looked like darker tomato sauce.

"Is the food not good Master?" Throne asked worried. I sighed and shook my head. I don't even know why I wasn't eating. I just wanted to know what she did to Salem to make him not be able to attend dinner.

"No, it's not that. I just want to know what you did to Salem." I said honestly. She perked up knowing that I was alright, then smiled devilishly as I mentioned Salem.

"If you eat your food and wait until it digests, then I can show you." She said happy. Show me? This is on a new level of weird. I quickly ate my spaghetti and drunk my Sprite. 

After waiting six hours for my food to digest it was midnight. Throne was beaming with happiness as she sat on the floor in front of me. "Okay, are you ready?" Throne asked excitedly. She had her hands intertwined with mine.

"Why are we holding hands?" I asked her. This is just so awkward with Adam staring at us. She leaned in putting her forehead on me.

"This is so we have spiritual contact and physical contact. I'm guiding you through my mind." She said closing her eyes. I copied her by closing my eyes too.

"Now, concentrate on my energy, and try to become one with me." She said. I could feel her breath on my lips. When did she brush her teeth? Oh shit, I should be concentrating right now.

Become one, become one, become one! All of a sudden I felt a pull toward Throne. I tried to lean forward to get closer to pull, then I felt her lips touching mine. What the fuck?!

I opened my eyes, but I wasn't in the living room. Heck, I wasn't even in my own body! "What the fuck?!" I said, echoing my thoughts out loud, but with more curiosity.

I looked up and saw Salem in front of me. He looked scared, no, terrified.

"Who told you to go in Master's private bath?" I said, but it wasn't actually me speaking. It was...Throne?

"I didn't see anything." Was all Salem said. I was trapped in Throne's body looking through her eyes at the whole thing unfold. She- well I smiled innocently.

"Of course you did, but I'll let you off with a warning," She said before adding darkly, "this time." Woah, Throne can be really possessive. She stalked over to where Salem was standing.

Salem didn't move at all, it was like he was frozen to the spot. Throne grabbed something out of her bra. It was a dagger! What the fuck?! Does she always carry that in there?! I'm pretty sure it can stab you every time you run, walk, or did anything that involved moving.

"Salem Jessie Lawson, as a servant to my master I will punish you accordingly." She said with a hint of joy. She's sadistic! 

"Shut up and get it over with!" He growled annoyed. I could feel anger radiate off of Throne. This is what I've been waiting for! Maybe I'm sadistic.

Throne took the dagger and slit his throat. Blood spewed out and onto the carpet. Salem reached for his throat as he screamed, well he tried, but he choked on his own blood. He made a gurgling sound.

I fought to suppress back vomiting. Throne made hand motions in the air and a scythe appeared in her hand. That's kinda cool. 

In one motion, Throne ripped open Salem's shirt. I saw his pale complexion and.....a v line! I looked over his stomach and saw a barely noticeable six pack. I felt my eyes devour him shamelessly. He would never know so why not?

Blood started to drip down his torso and on his jeans. It was like seeing a horror movie, except I was in the murderer's body. Well he is a demon, they can't be that easy to kill. Can they?

She aimed her scythe lower near his manhood. My eyes widened just as his did. I really didn't need to see what happened next. How do I get out of here?! I tried pulling back to see if it would work.

I was tossed back into my own body with swollen lips. What did I just see? I put my hands over my lips and looked back at Throne. Her hand was covering her mouth with her head hanging low, but I still saw the blush lingering on her cheeks.

We kissed. Looked over at Adam who had his mouth almost to the floor. "Well, if I'd known you swung that way I wouldn't have bothered trying to flirt with you." He said shocked. He thinks I like Throne in that way

I shook my head. "I don't even know what really happened myself." I told him honestly. He grinned before walking over to me and bending down to my level. 

"If you kiss me I'll enlighten you." He said smiling cheekily. His eyes showed amusement as I actually sat and thought about it. I was lost in thought, then I heard a loud crash. Adam snapped his head to the vase that had broken against the wall.

"I would advise keeping your lips to yourself unless you want to end up like Salem." Throne said dangerously as she started to stand up. Yup, very possessive. 

Adam smirked and looked at Throne. "If your master happens to let me kiss her, you can't do anything about it." He told her. Throne scowled and stomped her way into the bedroom where Salem was. 

I couldn't help but flinch as the door slammed. I looked up at Adam. I leaned in closer to him.

I whispered in his ear, "Don't decide what my servants can and can't do without my permission." I glanced up at him to see him shocked. He thought I was actually going to kiss him. Please, I'm not that easy. His eyes lightened up.

"That's alright. I like a challenge." He said smirking. I smirked back at him.

"Then I won't hold back." I told him, getting up from the couch making my way to the bedroom door. Once I open this door my eyes may never be the same. Slowly I put my hand on the handle, turned it, and pushed it open.

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