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I move my elbow back, getting as much momentum as I can, and scream as I push my hand through. I can feel glass shards scraping against my skin, the burn almost enough to make me scream.
But there’s a hole.
There’s a fucking hole, and I’m going to be able to get the water out of the room.
I watch the blood slowly drip down toward the crease of my elbow for a second, but I don’t have too much time to watch because the water seems like it’s filling into the room even quicker.
So I grab onto the broken window, the shards digging into the palms of my hands, and I begin to slowly break it off, trying not to hurt myself even more than I already am.
And when I pull it toward me, and it breaks in my hands, shards of glass getting into my skin, I have to do everything in my power not to scream.
LUKE
Trine doesn’t look great.
I’m trying my best not to look at her. I really shouldn’t be doing this. Before I came into this room, I should’ve gone to confession, but I honestly didn’t think about it. I knew I was going to eventually have to perform another exorcism on Trine, but I thought that I would be able to talk another priest into doing it.
In practice, the priest doing Trine’s exorcism shouldn’t be attached to her in the way that I am. I’m leaving both of us vulnerable, open to any evil influences.
Demons like secrets. They like sin. Theylovea bad priest.
It’s going to be difficult to focus on the demon itself when I’m so worried about Trine. I’m supposed to concentrate on God’s love, not the manifestations of evil in a person who’s possessed. But I care about Trine too much not to take her into consideration. I know Misha and Rei are going to take care of her, but this isn’t harmless, and if she starts thrashing around–if the demon hurts her–and I’m not able to intervene, I don’t know if I’m ever going to be able to forgive myself.
They’re both looking at me, though. They’re waiting for me to start and I’m just standing there, praying softly under my breath, waiting for something to happen. I keep praying under my breath, until it’s time to approach her.
She’s asleep, but her skin looks paper thin and paler than I’ve ever seen it.
Her lips are half-open, her tongue hanging out a little. She’s barely breathing, her lips themselves tinted blue.
We’re going to have to be quick.
I grab the holy water out of my pocket, my hand on her forehead. She’s ice cold. I’m surprised her teeth aren’t chattering.
I tell myself it doesn’t matter. She has to be suffering. Her face is contorted in pain, and when I put my hand on her forehead again after wetting my fingers in holy water, she screams.
It’s piercing and so loud it takes everything in me not to take a step away from her. It sounds like it takes her so much effort. I think she’s about to choke and I want to give her something to drink, but I know it would only hurt her more.
I hope the hotel doesn’t interfere.
It’s important that I push aside my feelings for her right now and just focus on the exorcism.
I say a prayer under my breath, in Latin, trying to concentrate on casting out the demon instead of how uncomfortable she must be feeling.
She screams again. She thrashes as she does, her hands pulling at the rope that has her bound in place. Trine arches her back as her screams get louder, so loud I’m sure people can hear her from the street.
Trine tilts her head back, her teeth grinding until her jaw locks. Her eyes shoot open as she looks at the headboard and the bed shakes under her.
She’s saying something, but it isn’t words. It sounds like a chant in a language I don’t understand and don’t immediately recognize. When she twists her neck to look at me, her tongue hanging out of her mouth, coiled up to the side.
I need to get out of this. She looks like she’s about to choke.
“Trine.“
She tilts her head to look up at me but her eyes go white and my blood runs cold.
Her body arches as she throws her head back in one swift, jerky movement. Ithasto hurt.
I watch as her hands fist, her fingers wrapping around the rope on her wrists. She writhes at the rope with her fingernails. It makes an awful scraping sound, and when she tilts her head back and hits her head hard on the headboard behind her, there’s no way for any of us to stop her.
