She was turning into a slut like all the rest. To do that nastiness, with the cripple! She had to pay now. The jerk defiled her, made her his whore. And she liked it. She filled the room with light. It was almost too bright for his eyes, and the way she looked at the cripple. She trusted him? How could she trust him? He was nothing, nobody. He had no special powers, only half a man. But with him around she was strong, whole. That would have to stop. He couldn’t have her now. She was ruined. But he couldn’t let the cripple win. Candace wasn’t any good to him but he’d make sure she wasn’t good for anyone else either.

Watching her take him in her mouth should sicken him, it did, and he knew he’d have to punish her for making him hard. For making him want what she was doing to the cripple. It was disgusting how she touched him, how he made her moan and writhe on top of him. She was acting like a cheap common whore. She had been so beautiful when she was broken and full of darkness. He rubbed at himself through his pants. When that wasn’t enough he opened his pants to touch himself. This was all her fault. She was making him angry, making him want things, bad things. She would pay for this. He would have to hurt her now. He could see that. He had been certain she was the one but then the cripple corrupted her. He stroked himself harder but it still wasn’t enough. But then he thought about her broken, begging him to stop, to save her.

That was when he spurted all over himself. His chest was heaving and he felt weak. He was almost visible again, he was sure of it. He watched as the couple in the room finished. The woman curled over the man’s body, almost as if she were protecting him. He wasn’t the one who would need protection, she would. But watching the man stroke her skin, tangle his fingers in her hair so lovingly, maybe he could hurt him when he hurt her. It was easy to see how he felt, her too. The two of them laying there glowing. It was disgusting.

He’d even brought gifts for her like they did in the movies. He tossed the flowers on the ground and stomped on them.