Demon Possession (6 page)

To her humiliation her body began to react again. What did it think? That he was going to take her here? On the table? In front of the doctor? The thought sobered her. She didn’t want anything to do with him. He was just another obstacle keeping her from her freedom. After he unclasped her wrists, she sat up and al owed her legs to drop over the edge of the bed. As if to saya deals a deal, he held out the glass and she took it. Bringing it to her lips she took a smal sip. It tasted … okay. The smal amount of liquid was quickly absorbed and she took another sip. Soon she was gulping back the cool drink with fervor, barely taking a moment to gasp for air. She hadn’t realized how badly she was in need of it.

“Good girl,” Sebastian said when she set down the empty glass.

Unexpectedly he scooped her up in his arms. She’d been so taken by surprise at the sudden action that she’d actual y wrapped her arms around his neck for support. When she realized what she was doing she weakly pushed away from him. She wasn’t long in his grasp,as he had only crossed to the other side of the room,and set her down on a thin cot within a smal alcove—which became like a smal room when a solid beam of energy flashed between them.

A force field? It was clear with a slight haze, masking everything outside of it in an auburn hue.

She rol ed her eyes.From one prison to another!

“There. You’re free of your restraints.”

She made a rough noise in her throat. “You cal this free.”

“It’s as free as you’re al owed on my ship. You’ve committed a serious crime by smugglingyourself onto my ship. It requires serious punishment. I’m wil ing to be lenient, though, if you tel me where you came from I promise to take you back there unharmed.”

“I’d rather die.” She supplied.

He raised an eyebrow at that,and waited a moment before speaking again. “You’re in luck then. The punishment for your crimeisdeath.” He scanned for a reaction. When he didn’t receive one he continued. “If you don’t tel me where you came from then your only other option is to be released into space.

Actual y, you’d be releasing yourself into space. In my culture it would be seen as an honorable death.” He crossed his arms in expectation.

Analia considered his words careful y. He was offering her death at her own hand. She’d considered suicide before—many, many times before. But, as closely guarded as she was, she had never been given ample opportunity. Now it was being offered to her on a silver platter. Thinking over her life, she could only cal up memories of suffering, and sorrow. There wasn’t a single moment that brought her joy. No memory she invoked sparked a hint of happiness to make her want to cling to this existence. Could she real y push the button that would end her completely?

Yes.

Shoulders slumping ever so slightly.At least I had tried. Her greatest, and sadly, soul achievement was her escape from The Hel Ship. If she were dead Darius could truly never hurt her again. The time she had spent in the smal maintenance room had changed her completely. Even though she was technical y stil trapped, it was a smal taste of what true freedom could be. It had been her choice, her decision and no one else that brought her here, now. She had felt the power of freedom and knew she could never go back. The moment she set one foot back on the hel ship would be the moment her spirit broke completely, reducing her to a mere shel of herself.

And here she was, locked up at the amusement of yet another arrogant captain. If she couldn’t bephysical yfree, then his offer was the only way to end her suffering. With her decision resolved she met Sebastian’s gaze, “I accept your offer.”

“Good. First tel me the moment you came to be on my ship.”

“No. I accept your other offer.” She almost smiled when his jaw dropped.

Sebastian felt his face frozen in shock. Had she just agreed to kil herself? He’d only suggested that to scare her into giving him the information he wanted. There was no way he was going to let her kil herself, at least not while the wards were stil in place. Was she that desperate to escape wherever it was she had come from?

When he’d told her he planned to take her back she had given him a look of such misery and … betrayal? He’d almost wanted to take it back.Almost.

Gaining composure he considered the prospect that she was cal ing his bluff.That must be it. She didn’t look like she had the courage to commit such an act. His easy smile returned.

The force field masked her in a soft haze, she seem to shimmer with a glow that made her look ethereal. Earlier he had scented her sweet arousal and was stil trying to recover from its impact.

When she had been on the medical bed he thought to frighten her into talking, using his natural y commanding voice and large demon body to intimidate her. At first it looked as though it had worked … then, her eyes had grown heated, dilating as she stared at his horns, his lips. Her body had grown hot with need. The lidsof her eyes had drooped to half-mast. He thought she might kiss him just then, and damn it if that wasn’t exactly what he was craving in that moment.

He’d gone instantly hard for her. Sebastian had never been caught off guard like that in his life. Everything in him was screaming for him to claim her. The scent of her desire was almost maddening.

The doctor hadn’t noticed the exchange when he interrupted, pul ing her gaze away from where he wanted it, and the man had almost lost his head because of it. It had taken Sebastian a moment, but he calmed himself enough to save the doctors life. His lower region, however, refused to listen to reason.

She was staring at him now with those beseeching eyes and he realized he hadn’t said anything for a while.

“Very wel .” If she was going to cal his bluff, he would cal hers right back. “Do you have the strength to walk?” She nodded. Disengaging the force field he motioned for her to fol ow him.

Dr. Oshwald looked appal ed. “Captain?”

Sebastian waived him off. The doors swooshed open and he stepped out into the hal way, Analia timidly fol owing close behind. His goal was to trick her into thinking he was going to force her to do this. Without a doubt she would break—he imagined it would be at the last moment—admitting everything he wanted to know, and would beg him to al ow her to live.

He couldn’t imagine her home was so horrible that she would wil ingly submit to suicide in order to keep herself from it. Who would hurt such a delicate creature? Who wouldn’t strive to make such a beauty content in every way?

At first he suspected her to be some flippant spoiled wife, running away to torment her husband for some trivial thing. But that wouldn’t account for her appearance when he’d first found her. Her clothing was nothing but a torn piece of cloth, obviously neglected for some time, suggesting she and her husband might be impoverished. He peaked at her from the corner of his eye. Her hair was golden with hints of red when struck by light. Her features were not the features of a poor woman. A woman that looked like her should be on the arm of some wealthy male who would lavish her with gifts and jewelry and anything else she might crave. Perhaps her husband didn’t take good care of her. His loss, Sebastian would take her off his hands … for a little while at least. Eventual y he would dispose of her in some corner of the universe, before she could become attached.

His gaze dipped to the sorry rags she wore. Dirt fil ed, ratty, and tattered as it was,it couldn’t disguise her natural beauty.In fact, it was just the opposite. It revealed every curve of her body leaving nothing to the imagination, and it swished seductively against her thighs as she moved.

As they walked—wel ,hewalked, she appeared to glide down the hal —they began to gather a crowd. Sebastian hadn’t anticipated the shipsresidents. He rarely walked the hal s for pleasure. People stopped what they were doing in mid action to gape at the newcomer. He ignored them as best he could.

Analia, however, was looking at everything and everyone, as if she were surrounded by the most interesting things in the universe. When they passed by a mother and her smal child Analia stopped short and let out a gasp. The child, a smal round faced boy with short blond hair, smiled sweetly and waved at her, drawing from Analia an amazed giggle. The sound reached something deep inside him and he couldn’t keep from glancing at her. She was smiling too. The sight of it caused him to lose his footing and he stumbled.

Righting himself, his curiosity of the awe she seemed to be feeling got the better of him. “You act as though you’ve never seen a child.”

“I haven’t.” She stated simply, stil smiling at the little boy as they continued past.

“How is that possible?”

She merely shrugged.

He let it drop for now. The entire length of their journey, he al owed her to linger and marvel at anything that caught her eye. Her obvious unfamiliarity with the most common things fascinated him. A smal window into space drew her attention for a moment, she looked as though she were savoring it rather than imagining herself out there. Her nose flared at a fragrance as they passed Marik’s gal ey and the adjoining salon. If a door was open as they passed, she crooked her neck to see more.

Sebastian was sure that, anyone who seemed to want to experience al the things around her, would never do what she expected him to believe she was about to do.

Eventual y they reached the exterior maintenance access chamber. A smal room that had two hatchways, one hatch that closed off the smal room from the inner ship and the other, when activated, opened to space. Right now, the room was deactivated, hadn’t been used in years.

He led her into to the chamber and pointed to a button. “When the room is sealed al you need do is press this button and the hatch wil open.”

Analia regarded the button warily. “That’s al ?”

“That’s al .” He noted her sickened expression and felt he was about to win this battle of wil s,“Unless you’ve changed your mind?” He offered.

For a moment she just stared at the button, then, “No. I’m ready.” Her voice remained steady, almost light in tone. He expected to hear a quiver or supply a twinge of doubt.

Could she truly mean to do this?

“Do you know what happens to a body out there, without protection?”

She looked him dead in the eye, hers ful of cold understanding and he knew the truth of it before she spoke. “Yes … I do,” Her tone was grave. He had no doubt that she very wel may have witnessed such an event first hand. The revelation dropped his stomach like a solid piece of iron.

While keeping his face blank, he stepped out of the room. She turned to him then and he prayed she was about to cave, no longer fil ed with confidence.

“Thank you,” she said. Her eyes were slightly glossed.

Sebastian scowled at her. She was looking at him as if he was doing her a great kindness, instead of ending her life. It felt so wrong. “Don’t thank me for this.” He forced himself to close the door, with only a sliver of hope now, that she didn’t press that button.

Turning her back, she stood motionless for a heartbeat … two. Sebastian found himself desperate to see her face, to have her look at him so he could implore her to ask for her life.If she would only ask.

His heart sank as her hand rose above the button. He watched, glued to her actions, as though this were truly a matter of life and death. As if that button would do anything at al . She didn’t know this was only a game. Her hand was steady. She accepted as truth, that once her hand came down her life was over.

Analia waited as Sebastian exited the smal room and closed the door behind him. Her heart was racing in her chest. A lump settled in her throat. Aside from her bodies reaction to the knowledge that it was about to die, she was at peace. There would be no more fighting for her, no more suffering. She felt light as though a great burden had, or was about to be, lifted. She wanted to smile and hug Sebastian for this gift but al she could manage was a simplethank you, and she almost couldn’t get that out. He would never know how much she appreciated what he was al owing her.

Sebastian had asked her if she knew what was about to happen to her. She knew al too wel . A few years back, Darius had caught one of his crew stealing from him, and as his punishment the offender was thrown into space just as she was about to be now. Darius had made her watch the cruel scene, she remembered him smiling at her as though he were providing her entertainment. The only thing she could remember was the torment burned into the poor man’s features as he suffocated to death. After several moments it looked as though something in him had ruptured, blood seeped from his nose and mouth. His eyes appeared to boil away, his body twisting in agony. He was conscious through al of this. It was a very unpleasant way to die.

When Analia had first discovered what was about to happen to the man she thought it would be over quickly for him, but it was not quick enough. The poor man’s horror fil ed face was etched in her mind forever.

Even having the knowledge Analia was not afraid.It would be over soonshe reassured herself. There wil be pain at first, but it would be nothing compared to everything she’d been forced to live through.

Sebastian’s face was truly grave when he left the room and she could only hope that he wouldn’t regret al owing her this … final freedom.

She raised her hand above the button, excited for the prospect of what was to come in the afterlife. She let her hand fal .

Nothing happened.

Perhaps she didn’t press it hard enough. She pressed it again, stil nothing. She pressed harder, using the weight of her entire body. She began to bang her fist against the damn button.

Then the door opened—not the one she was hoping for—and Sebastian entered with a growl. She looked at him accusatorily and backed away.

“Why?” Anger shook her voice.

“I wanted to know if you were serious.” He sneered, gradual y approaching.

Analia kept the distance between them until she was backed against the wal . “You were just playing with me!” It was a statement not a question. Hearing the hurt in her own voice, she was disgusted with herself for believing him. Her stomach retched. Freedom once again ripped from her grasp.