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“All you think about is watching your friends fuck me,“ she says, something deep, guttural, unnatural coming from the back of her throat. “What kind of priest are you, wanting to fuck a pretty girl only after your friends are done with them? You have always been into sloppy seconds, haven’t you?“
“May God rebuke him, we humbly pray…“
“You’re not doing any rebuking yourself, are you?“ she says, laughing as she throws her head back, her voice turned deeper and distorted as she does. “You love her attention. It gets you hard just thinking about it.“
I jerk my hand away from her. “I need a break.“
I know Misha and Rei are looking at each other concerned, and I normally don’t leave in the middle of an exorcism, ut I don’t think I can take this anymore and this is often a game of patience. If I stay here, though, I’m going to get in a verbal spar with a demon, and I don’t think I can win.
“I’ll be right back,“ I say.
“Luke, wait,“ Misha says, but I pretend I can’t hear him, slamming the door behind me as I leave the hotel room.
I don’t want to explain to him that I can’t be in the same room as Trine right now, and if I stay, she’s just going to try to talk to me.
I don’t know if I can keep my temper in check.
So I walk away, her pained screams still piercing even as I walk toward the parking lot and away from the hotel.
TRINE
The water level is so high now I’m certain I’m going to drown.
It gets up to my chest and I’m soaked, my clothes weighing me down. The glass–fuck, I’ve been picking at it for so long, my knuckles hurt and the crack in the window doesn’t seem be getting me anywhere.
I’m so tired.
I’m trying so hard not to panic, but it seems so much easier to put my hands at my side and let the water carry me wherever it will. The water is so dense and so heavy and there’s no way for it to drain. I’m hoping that when it hits the broken part of the window–which has gotten bigger, but it’s certainly not big enough for me to trust that it’ll do this quickly enough for me not to get hurt–the water will be strong enough to completely break it and I’ll be pushed out with it. I just need to make sure I’m not cut as it drags me out of the room.
If I don’t drown. My skin stings, each cut as I dig into the window and try to move the glass away from me slicing into me.
It’s really hard to stay on the floor now, since I’m trying not to float so I can stay on the same spot on the window.
Hold your breath.
It’s a whisper, but it’s a voice I recognize.
Malon.
I don’t have time to question it. It’s my only recourse right now, so when I close my eyes and hold my breath, I’m not sure what to expect. I’m so fucking scared when water goes up to my shoulder immediately and I hear something opening right above me. It sounds like a drain.
And then it does happen. I’m swept off my feet until I’m pressed against the half-smashed window. I close my eyes and put my arms in front of my face protectively as the water pushes me out onto the concrete.
It only takes a few seconds, but the water pushes me to the concrete until I’m on my knees on the sidewalk. The water washes over me, soaking through my clothes. It feels like it’s getting into my skin, chilling my bones. My knees are skinned, there are shards of glass on the palm of my hand. I need to take care of all of this. This is going to get infected if I don’t take care of it.
It was lucky that I was holding my breath when the water came into the room because that could’ve gone horribly wrong. I’m still catching my breath, still on my knees, the concrete hard and cold against them The first thing I see is two feet in shiny leather shoes and bespoke slacks, and my eyes slide up to find the auburn-haired psychologist who seems to follow me everywhere.
“You’re going to have to get up,“ Malon says.
I don’t know where he’s come from, but I don’t have it in me to question him. It is really hard to get to my feet, though, to the point that when I put my feet on solid ground I almost fall to a heap on the floor.
Malon has his hand on my shoulder. “Come on,“ he says. “There’s no time for this.“
I fight to keep my eyes open, despite how much they sting.
I know he’s there, I can see him through the film of water on my eyes, but it’s hard to focus on him. I try to blink the tears away from my eyes, but he’s still not coming into focus.
“We can do this later, Trine.“
