The Night Universe Collection by Selene Charles

Author:Selene Charles [Charles, Selene]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: SeleneCharlesPublishing
Published: 2018-05-28T23:00:00+00:00

THE GREEN BLINKING lights were the first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes. The next was a horrible metallic buzzing, as if from a dying florescent lamp. The third...

The third thing was the worst. A scream of horror stuck in my throat. Not because I was strapped down on a gurney, or even because I had a ball gag fastened to my mouth. But because I was naked, and I was open.

From my chest cavity to the bottom of my stomach, I’d been cracked open like a watermelon.

Help! Oh my, God! Help!

Tears rained down my cheeks, because I could only say the words in my head. No one would be coming for me. No knight to rescue me. I was alone and lost, tucked away only God knew where.

“Good, she’s awake. Now the testing may commence.” A disembodied voice spoke over loud speakers hard wired into the room. I couldn’t tell if it was a man or a woman, but it didn’t matter.

Nothing mattered except stopping them from doing whatever they were about to do to me.

I shook my head and tried to fight my restraints, kicked my feet and lashed out with my arms. But the moment I moved, an electric shock pierced my chest, as if someone had inserted a cattle prod directly into my heart.

I bucked, writhing from the agony of it. My eyes grew larger when I saw my heart. The actual, beating organ. It was exposed, just like the rest of me, and wires hung from every inch of it.

Something started beeping, and then hard, painful hands shoved me down onto the cold metal table, and a light so bright it was like the sun was turned directly in my face.

I couldn’t see anymore. I whimpered. I moaned, trying to plead, to beg them to stop. But they couldn’t make sense of my words, and what would it have mattered if they had? I knew these were the kinds of people who would never stop.

The last thing I remembered was my priest. He’d been holding me and we were going to....

I screamed when they took a knife to me. Screamed until my throat went raw, and still I went on.

I should have passed out. Why wasn’t I passing out?

“Pass me the clippers,” a male voice said.

The sound was so methodical, so normal, as if he were doing nothing more than cleaning his nails or eating lunch.

“If you’re worried, demon, that we mean you harm,” that same male voice whispered to me as casually as could be, “then, you’d be right.”

Then something sharp, metal, and as hot as a Hell furnace sank into my gut. The pain ate me alive, fractured my soul, and my demons were gone. I was empty. So empty. So cold.

I was nothing.

And finally, finally the blessed darkness took me.

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