“You’re not scary,” she giggled.
The void roiled and spewed. Dark miasma seeped from it, and within it grasping claws and incorporeal tentacles flailed, offering an eternity of despair. Stars stretched out across infinity; the swirling, cold, deadness of space. Shadows flickered, like firelight in the darkest, dankest cave under the surface of the planet. The press of a billion pounds of stone above; the ear-pounding, deafening clarion of silence.
“Weakness.” A thousand voices, a thousand tongues, poured scorn on me.
Should I have been more forcefully? Rude? Demanding? But I didn’t want to scare her away before…
I pushed everything back down, into my chest, the maw of darkness snapping shut as fast as it came, and forced a smile.
“I’m the one of the scariest men you’re ever going to meet, doll.”
“You still don’t scare me.” Another giggle.
The void raged and howled in frustration. It strained and flickered, coalescing along my bodies’ skin. It wanted that. To see the light of fear in their eyes, the uncertainty of their fate dangled before them. To flinch at my touch, but lust for my tender caress. I felt the power in my hands, like I was being worn like a glove, wielded by malice incarnate. I flexed my grip, my muscles straining, yearning to grasp, mangle, choke and dominate. The ache in my testicles as the promise of ecstasy arouses me, sending my mind reeling.