Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 342. The Table(s) had Turned

The moment the crystalline barrier around the table shattered, the collar fell to the ground, and I was set free to take whatever I desired, I had become the absolute BEST, the STRONGEST, and the MIGHTIEST version of myself.

The moment the table turned, I became a version free of haste, hesitation, guilt, or second-guessing.

I could feel the giant’s power pulsing through me, yet instead of overwhelming me or evading my cells, unable to find a path inside this weak body and mind, it nurtured me like the most delicious meal before focusing—channeling—into one purpose alone: kill the monster, which had dared to confront WHAT WAS MINE.

I watched his figure in fascination as he teleported and evaded, as he tried to find a solution when the solution had been he himself all along.

I met shell-shocked, intense blue eyes across what would soon become a battlefield, across the daring monster’s legs, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I motioned the monster to me.

Let go of him so that I can take a bite.

Teleporting behind him, I forced him to his knees because you are mine and mine alone.

I slammed my teeth into his neck, tasting him because you are mine and mine alone.

I was only short of swallowing him, drinking his blood, and eating his flesh because you are mine and mine alone.

Caught up between MINE and the purpose that my power was channeled into, like an unholy pact that I was bound to fulfill, I let go of him without killing him.

When this is over, I will DEVOUR YOU, LITERALLY EAT YOU, so that you can forever be a part of me, mine and mine alone.

I bit my tongue before giving over blood, tasting him in another way that was not enough, not enough, NOT ENOUGH.

Move, move, move, and dance for me, as I can see the path ahead, I can see how to kill it, I can see how it will go down, and it can only be you that is doing it.

The hands that had covered my eyes had been lifted, for this and this purpose alone, so let me pull your strings; let me see your last performance, as you will be the one to fulfill the pact I had made.

I watched him jump and climb and could feel every skull he touched as if it was me who was ascending the deadly tower.

Soon I wouldn’t be able to see him anymore, as the clouds would cover him, so I conjured up my enchanted sword and cut off spider legs, meanwhile concentrating on the feeling of absolute control over another being, as I fought with two bodies—and that as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

You and me; you climb, I climb. I can see through your eyes as my hand held the sword with which I cut through bones. I can feel your finger holding onto the eye sockets of the skulls; I feel your muscles scream because of how fast I am letting you dance for me, as I pulled out every ounce of potential inside you and multiplied it.

The blood you swallowed, which had made its way from your mouth into your throat and down to your stomach, was digested instantly, invading first your organs, then your veins, your muscles, and your bones, the same way I will digest you and take you in—this blood served as the strings your existence was attached to, with the ends right inside my hands.

I cut and watched, cut and felt, cut and climbed, and then I cut and used the immense potential to multiply it endlessly and continuously.

I watched him fall into the abyss I was waiting for him in, and when he was here with me, I forced him down, held his hand, and eliminated every last piece of what was buried underneath.

I watched his power drain; I could feel the prey weakening together with my influence over him as the Bone Monster was eradicated to its fullest.

I laughed; now, finally, we could be together forever—mine, MINE, MINE!

MINE looked up, his intense blue eyes staring at me, stopping me from instantly attacking when he crashed into my arms, throwing me back so that I lay on the earth with him on top of me.

Strong arms hugged me fervently.

So obediently coming to me?

I tightened my grip around his body as well.

You want it too, don’t you?

Being together forever and never being apart.

I looked at the neck that would easily break, the hair I couldn’t wait to rip out and stuff into my mouth, and the flesh on his cheek that would melt on my tongue, opening my mouth, I was ready to take what had been MINE all along.

Ready to kill and swallow, I was salivating with excitement when he moved, when I heard his voice inside my ear, weakly saying my name.

Startled, I halted for a second, and in that short moment, the wooden table in my mind turned back to the uncarved side, and little crystals sprouted from the ground, up the table leg, and over the tabletop, fully engulfing it with a thick layer of protection.

I sucked in air, my heart beating out of my chest. My mind cleared as I lost the best, strongest, and mightiest version of myself and returned to being the self I had come to be by genes, upbringing, and education.

I tightened my hold on Henry, scared, fucking terrified of what I had nearly done, of what I had been doing all along since coming back from the shitty subspace.

"I’m..." I am sorry, so sorry, FUCK!

I looked up in the rain, hoping it would wash away my memory, together with Henry’s.

"Sorry, I am sorry, sorry," I mumbled, knowing full well that I would never be able to make up for what I had done.

I stared at the table in my mind, letting my hand slide over the thick layer of crystals.

I will never, FUCKING NEVER, use this power again.

Lock these thoughts and desires away, seal them shut so that I never have to feel the darkness lurking inside me ever again, even though I will carry my obsession with you to the grave.

"Henry..." Not only do you know of the giant’s sin, but I just committed a bunch of new ones.

"Henry." My face was wet, the rain getting stronger and stronger as I felt his beating heart.

What should I do to make you forgive me?

Because I can’t ever let you go.

FUCK, I HATE MYSE–

"Henry?" I let go of him and pulled his head back while gripping his hair.

He was unconscious, his face so close to mine, but his eyes were not looking at me as they always did.

"Fuck." I cautiously rolled him to the side and stood up, looking around for somewhere we could find shelter under, when I met the reddish-brown eyes of the kid who sat beside Henrietta.

The kid was hugging herself, her short hair drenched, as she looked at me as if I were her last resort.

Fuck! Did I just say that I didn’t know what to do?

Hell, I know what to do; I will bring us the fuck out of here—that’s what I’m going to do!

And then I’ll throw gifts at him, appease him, and force him to forgive me. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Worst case, I’ll lock him up.

Maybe I am lucky and he discovers a new kink.