“Fuck!” I yelled as she still held me in the air. I was paralyzed, unable to move, and I could feel the grip on me tighten. “I am sorry!”

“No! You are like him!” Brandy yelled. “You are cheating on me!”

“I am not cheating!” I tried to yell, but it seemed like my whole body was being pushed and flattened against the wall. “I went to get drinks with friends! I promise!”

“That’s what he said,” Brandy yelled as the room got darker.

‘She’s going to kill me!’ the thought came into my head as the pressure built up.

I could no longer feel my feet. Her grip tightened all over my body, my legs, my stomach, my chest, and now my neck.

“All of you men are the same!” Brandy shouted. “I gave you everything and for what!”

“I didn’t do anything,” I said in a low tone.

I was dying; I could feel it. The cold grip of death was creeping in. I could barely breathe; my eyesight was going.

“You will pay for your betrayal!” Brandy yelled; her voice shook the room.

I finally saw Brandy in her entirety as she sat on my chest. Her dark eyes stared at me. I could see the house the way it used to be, long before I bought it, the way it was when Fred had first built it.

There were other bodies on the floor. Some had been there for a long time.

“Do you like my collection?” Brandy asked, evilly smiling. “They also cheated on me and told me they would take care of me.”

I was dead; I could no longer feel my body; all I felt was the cold.

“You are trapped here,” Brandy said, releasing me.

“Look for yourself!” Brandy stood before me.

I looked around the house and even tried to leave, but none of the doors worked, and none of the windows would open.

“What did you do?” I yelled as I ran for her.

I couldn’t touch her; no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t lay a finger on her.

“You are dead, and you are mine!” Brandy grinned.

“All I wanted to do was fix the house, and be with you!” I yelled. “I went out to get drinks, that’s it! And you killed me!”

“You cheated on me!” Brandy said as she pointed to the skeleton next to the door. “Just like him!”

“Fred, my first husband,” Brandy grinned as she walked toward the skeletal remains of her first husband.”

“I thought he got married and then left to be with her?” I asked.

“Oh, he left me in the end,” Brandy shook her head. “When I died, he didn’t even wait for them to bury me before he brought another woman into this house. Tramp after tramp, he fucked whore after whore in my house. They thought he loved them, but he only used them to help raise my child, and I saw all of it. Then he left her. He left my daughter to fend for herself, so he could be with his whore!”

“Men that either bought the house or came in looking for the scary ghost,” Brandy grinned. “All of them loved it when I sucked their cocks! And when I fucked them, and they buried their cocks inside me and gave me their souls, they were mine!”

“I can’t believe you killed all of them!” I stared at the number of bodies on the floor.

“And you will become one of them,” Brandy stared at me.

“If my body,” I turned to where I had died.

There it was, my body sitting slumped on the floor, just like the others. I walked up to it and saw my face; there was no expression; it was empty.

“You will be with me forever,” Brandy cheered. “Just like them!”

As Brandy left the room, I felt something pull me toward her. I tried to fight it.

“Oh stop,” Brandy shook her head. “You belong to me now,” she yanked on the ethereal chain.

I could see it now. A chain that linked me to her was tight and freezing cold around my neck. “You all fight at first, but you should never have sex with a demon,” Brandy warned. “You give your soul to it, especially if you cum inside it!”

“You bitch!” a voice yelled from the basement.

When Brandy opened the door, I saw them. All the men that she had killed.

“I once was a ghost, just a simple lonely ghost,” Brandy stared at me with those dark black eyes. “Then Fred came back, he wanted to see the old house.”

I could see Fred now. He was the only man not screaming or yelling; he was quiet in the corner.

“When I came to him, he gave me his soul,” Brandy explained. “Then another man came and bought the house. He lived here for a couple of weeks before I claimed him, then another, and another.”

Brandy pulled me down the stairs. Just like me, the others reached for her and tried to claw at her or hit her, but they couldn’t. Just like me, they couldn’t touch her.

Brandy attached my chain to the wall of the basement, along with the many other chains.

“Now I am no longer lonely,” Brandy grinned. “I have quite the collection.”

The door closed, and it became dark inside the basement.

The only sound was the whimpering of dead men and the angry yelling of others.

Mistress Of The House Chapter Three: Nothing Good

Nothing good comes out of his purchase of the house, not even the sour deal with the mistress

“Fuck!” I yelled as she still held me in the air. I was paralyzed, unable to move, and I could feel the grip on me tighten. “I am sorry!”



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