Awakening Sheeple

~ Chapter 42 ~

Ginnie's side...

It was like a rock concert or something! The crowd went wild when he came on stage at the conference. Women were screaming with excitement, men were whistling and cheering. Zeb's long, wavy, dark hair hung in one length to his shoulders, he had on faded jeans and a nice shirt. He was jacked and looked so hot, everyone loved him already. In one day he restored power to the entire world allowing for complete communication and media. He showed that he had powers beyond our comprehension and told people he was here to help us, lead us to salvation, the new earth.

He was going along the edge of the stage touching people's hands. People would climb up on the stage but the body guards would take them away. He was getting closer to me, I could feel a surge of energy shoot through me, panic, I wanted to run away. When his eyes met mine he laughed out loud and bent down reaching to touch my hand I tried to pull away but the crowd practically lifted me forward and someone grabbed my arm and lifted it to him. He didn't touch my hand as it was clinched into a tight fist, he grabbed me by the arm, an old familiar feeling of terror and helplessness clutched my heart as pulled me onto the stage effortlessly. He forced his hand into mine and held onto it tightly in what must have appeared as a most loving grip as he kissed my hand several times throughout the show. I had to act like it was all good, I tried to focus on what he was saying. All I could think about was what he would do to me after the show was over. My eyes searched the crowd desperately for Kaysens face. I had to keep my cool. I could hear Kaysens words in my mind, 'you have to make him want you and trust you Ginnie.' Absolute terror was building in me like a volcano, all sounds were one big rambling mash of noise, my knees were starting to give out and I was about to fall when Zebs loud voice yelled out, "good night everybody," and he scooped me into his arms to carry me off stage, much to the audiences delight.

He found a quiet corner and set me down against the wall pinning me in place, leaning on his elbow over my head his rock hard body pressed against me. "You seem to be afraid of me Ginnie? I won't hurt you... don't you remember me? I was always good to you...as long as you were good to me and not acting stupid and well... Didn't you miss me Sweetheart?" His breath was warm and sweet smelling, it seemed to be snuffing out all the good air in my lungs. I turned my head away trying to find some cool fresh air to breathe before I died from suffocation.

I closed my eyes to regain some self control. I have to make him trust me! I tried to kill this fucker, how is he going to trust me?

I looked into his eyes with terrified desperation, "I didn't know what happened to you? You disappeared."

He laughed and rolled his eyes looking up at the ceiling. With a jerk he looked back down at me, "Dear Ginnie, I know you thought you left this poor soul for dead but it is all good because I had bigger plans for him and this body."

"What are you talking about? What do you mean him?"

Zeb laughed, "when you met the guy in this body he was kind and soft but then he started to change. I know you noticed, you likely thought he was just stressed or maybe had a split personality or something but that is when I started to move in. I talked to him and channeled through him until the day came that I could take over his body. That is why I know who you are intimately Ginnie and I know what he seen in you, every inch of you, I see it too. So you made all this possible Ginnie and I want to thank you. I want to make you my number one wife because we have a special bond. I will mark you as mine and I will be the only one that can fuck you. You will be just mine, only mine, unless I want to share you, isn't that great Sweetheart?"

"Slow down! Are you saying that he is still inside you, the man I fell in love with?"

"Ha, yeah he is still in here somewhere but not for long. He was a little stronger than I thought." Zeb smiled with satisfaction. "I am much better for you anyway he was wasting this fine body with his weak mindedness and pathetic personality."