"Morgan" strained his eyes, trying to see something, but it was impossible. The darkness that had now taken over the place was so dense that he couldn't even see his own hands, and his breathing grew heavier with each passing minute.
"Where is it? Where is it?"
(Morgan said, irritated).
Morgan turned his head in every direction, trying to hear, smell, or feel something. Suddenly, he felt a breeze pass behind him, as if something had crossed at high speed right behind his back. "Morgan" turned quickly and threw a desperate punch, which hit nothing. Once again, he felt the breeze pass behind him, and with a groan of frustration, he turned again, throwing a punch with even more force than before.
"Damn it, show yourself already!"
(Morgan shouted, furious).
A malicious laugh began to echo through the place, growing louder and bouncing off every wall. The echo of the laughter resonated inside "Morgan's" head, making him cover his ears to try and block it out.
"Shut up, shut up!"
(Morgan said, irritated).
Suddenly, the laughter stopped. "Morgan" slowly lowered his hands. That's when he felt someone standing behind him, touching his shoulder before whispering in his ear:
"This is just the beginning."
"Morgan" felt something strike his back. The blow was so brutal that the sound of his bones cracking echoed throughout the space. The impact was violent, and the speed at which Morgan's body was thrown was simply monstrous. He only stopped when he crashed into one of the walls of the cube governed by darkness. "Morgan" tried to react quickly, but he felt several hands emerge from the wall, wrapping around him and anchoring his body to it. Before he could do anything, a powerful blow landed on his stomach, followed by a rain of punches hitting him square in the face. Then he felt himself being grabbed by the hair and lifted into the air at high speed, only to be smashed violently into the ground. Upon impact, he felt small thorns embed themselves all over his body.
"Come on, come on, do something or this won't be fun anymore. You even made me release my Karma. Stop looking so pathetic and do something."
(The Zorath said with joy).
"You may not see it, but the face you're making right now is the best. It's simply beautiful."
(The Zorath said in a repugnant tone).
"But what kind of face am I making? Ahh, I wish I could see my face right now. It feels so good..."
As he spoke, the Zorath grabbed "Morgan" by the hair again, smashing his face into the ground over and over without rest.
The Zorath lifted him and slammed his face into one of the walls. But this time, he lifted him several feet into the air and began dragging his face along the wall at high speed, from top to bottom, corner to corner.
"Ah… this is bad, really bad."
(Morgan thought).
The entity that had taken over Morgan's body wondered what to do, how to get out of the situation. He couldn't tell how much longer until he could transform again. His regeneration was slowing down. Even though he wasn't feeling the pain from the beating, the real "Morgan," who was trapped in a dark corner of his mind, was. The pain he felt was immense, indescribable. Tears streamed down his face as he writhed in agony. His expression would have drawn pity from anyone.
Finally, the Zorath lifted Morgan high into the air and said in an excited voice:
"Ahhh... it's been so long since I had this much fun. Thank you for making me feel this way. Thank you, thank you! Don't worry... when we're done, I'll take you to Mother. I'm sure she'll love the idea of playing with you. But first... before that, I must... I must taste this."
The Zorath licked "Morgan's" bloodied face and let out a repulsive scream, as if having an orgasm.
"Ahhh! Incredible... indescribable... this taste... this taste is simply magical, glorious... No... there's no flavor like this. Ahhh! More, more, more!"
(The Zorath said, both terrifying and thrilled).
"Mother! Mother, you have to taste this! Quickly! We have to take you to Mother. She must try this!"
The Zorath dropped "Morgan," and with a snap of his fingers, giant, thicker thorns emerged from every wall, all growing toward Morgan. The fall felt eternal—each second like a year. And just when it seemed everything was over, Morgan's arm began to glow, and a voice said: "Cooldown complete. Representations now available."
"I can't see it! If I can't see it, I can't hit it. What should I do? Do? What should I do? What should I do?"
The entity was frustrated, angry. He couldn't figure out what to do, or what form to take. The thorns were getting closer, but he just couldn't come up with anything. Then, in the darkness of the mind of the body he had possessed, he felt someone grab his foot. He quickly looked down and saw that it was "Morgan" who had crawled over and grabbed him.
The entity, filled with rage, screamed at Morgan:
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"
But he couldn't finish his sentence, because suddenly memories that weren't his began to flow through his mind. He was experiencing them through someone else's eyes. He saw himself in a very green place. Trees were all around, large ones with vines hanging everywhere. The air felt humid.
"Am I in a jungle?"
(Said the entity, confused).
In front of him stood a dark-skinned man with slightly long hair. He wore strange beige clothes and a cap for the heat. He had shorts and boots.
"Look, son. I want to show you something."
(The man said cheerfully).
The man crouched and placed "Morgan" in front of him, wrapping his arms around his waist.
"Look over there."
The man pointed to a tree branch. "Morgan" looked up and saw a small animal hanging upside down.
"That, son, is the fastest mammal on the planet. It might be small, but it can reach 160 kilometers per hour. And not only that—it can also see in the darkest night without using its eyes. It emits sound waves that bounce back to show it the way, even detecting things underwater. It might be small, but it's amazing. Don't you think?"
(The man said, proud and happy).
"Let's just say that little animal is the one that can see without using its eyes. Its name is..."
The memory ended abruptly. The thorns were just centimeters from "Morgan's" body. His body began to glow intensely, bright enough to light up the entire place. The light blinded the Zorath for a moment, and then a deep, intimidating voice echoed throughout the space.
"Aztlán. Tenth Representation. Mammalia branch. Chiroptera. Specimen number 12345: Tadarida brasiliensis."
End of the chapter.
Next chapter: One day you'll regret it.