102 Blood and Fire

On the inside, Saoirse began crying now, nothing could save her now. All four men surrounded her— all of them looking like Alastor as he pulled off her nightgown. The other copies of him laughed. Then he changed Saoirse's appearance to look like her mother.

His eyes wandered over her body, a perverted smile on his face. She felt despair wondering what he planned to do with her now.

"I've decided that because you ran, you can have all of us. I'll make sure to toy with you, do whatever I want to you for as long as I want to, he said running his finger along her cheek.

It had been a long time since he had seen his childhood lover. He knew it was just an illusion, of course, it always had been. In anguish, she snapped her teeth at his fingers denying him the opportunity to touch her and bringing him back to reality. She once again looked to him like Saoirse. He spat.