War God's Reckoning

Mad doll on a rampage

Crescent Waves Corporation.

“Zenith group hasn't replied till now. What could be wrong? They normally got back to us within twenty-four hours. They can't be changing their minds, right?” Nancy was incredibly worried as she stared intently at the computer screen, waiting for the confirmation email.

Jason patted her shoulder. “Don't worry, they will reply. They were the first to reach out, why will they back out now?”

Nancy wasn't convinced, for some reason dread filled her heart. She felt hollow, it was as if something huge and unfavorable was going to happen to her. “Zenith is a big group, and there are rumors it's connected to that mysterious Dominion consortium. Crescent Wave is a new company that just rose to fame. What if they decide to work with others?”

“I have someone at Zenith, I will pull strings to get you the contact. Don't worry.” Jason pinched her cheek with a soft smile, and she looked up at him.

“You're still the best.” He leaned down and took her lips in a consuming kiss.

He felt quite happy. He not only kicked Xavier away and left him for dead, he also got the billion dollar company. He was set for life and happiness was assured.

Pants and moans soon filled the room as he began to ravage her body.

In that moment, a shadow flashed past. Lost in the throes of passion, none of them noticed the presence of another entity. The shadow flashed again. This time, Nancy looked up.

Jason was torn from her body by a wave of wind which appeared in the room. They both screamed in shock.

Nancy’s eyes turned wide with terror as she looked around. But there was no one in the office, just the whirlwind that suspended Jason mid air, his wet cock dangling out of the unzipped space in his trousers.

“Who are you? Show yourself.” Jason screeched, his heart filled with fear. Hot urine rushed to his bladder. He had never experienced this kind of thing before.

A powerful force hit his belly, sending him crashing to the wall, then sliding to the floor. He lay there, twitching, blood seeping out from his mouth, nose and ears.

He managed to shove his dick back into his clothes. Nancy hit the bell to summon security, shivering all over as she searched for their invisible tormentor.

A sharp slap landed on her cheek, making her scream in agony. One of her teeth fractured, and tiny fragments spewed out of her mouth alongside blood.

“Who are you? Why are you doing this to us? Are you even human?” She wailed. The slap nearly blinded her eyes, the next moment, something sharp hit her neck and she lost consciousness.

The next time Nancy regained clarity, she felt a very painful sensation on her wrist, and it seemed as if her body was under a lot of strain. She groaned. Her throat felt parched, and something seemed to be blocking her throat, making breathing difficult.

Something felt off, this doesn't feel as if she was lying down. Memories of the office incident jolted her out of the haze and her eyes shot open.

Screams of terror spilled out of her mouth. She was dangling from the roof of a factory building, her hands tied to a protruding wooden pole.

Nancy gasped and looked down. It was at least ten floors away from the ground. There was no way she could survive a fall of that magnitude.

“No! Help me! Help me! There’s a killer.”

Her desperate cries echoed in the dark night, but all she heard were the howls of the wind, as if it were mocking her.

“Alright, stop stressing your vocal cords now.” A lazy female voice drawled from the roof above.

The female voice made her head snap up, causing her to tether dangerously.

Her heart was pounding in terror, her death flashing before.

“No one can hear you.” The tone above was low, mocking, and full of hatred. However, Nancy couldn't remember having offended anyone powerful enough recently.

“How about we play a little game?”

The playfully delivered words sent shivers of terrors down Nancy's spine. Tears streamed down her face in steady torrents.

“Why? Who are you?” Nancy was frantic at this point, worse, the rope kept getting weaker and weaker, any moment, she might plummet straight to her death.

“Who sent you? I can pay you ten times more. I have money. I can pay you, just let me go.”

Trinity’s eyes hardened, hatred bubbling in her chest. “Money huh?” The money she stole from her brother. The same money she tried to kill Xavier for. How dare she claim it as hers?

Her eyes turned several shades darker, and she opened a lollipop. “Young lady, your ill gotten wealth, I don't need it. However, I'm going to play a game with you. If you win, I'll let you go. If I win, you will play three more games with me.”

A head positioned upside down suddenly appeared before Nancy, making screams of terror escape her lips.

The face before her was painted white, with blood dripping down its lips. Its eyes had black eye bags. The face was terrifying.

“Young miss!” The face said again, grinning widely at her. But all Nancy saw was a ghost from hell baring its fangs at her, ready to bite her to death.

To be more specific, the face looked like a zombie.

Screams and pleas for mercy kept tumbling out of her lips. Her make-up had long since been washed away by the streaks of tears and mucus streaming steadily down her face.

A pungent smell hit Trinity’s nose and she sniffed the air. “Waste!” She roared in disgust. Nancy had peed on herself in fear.

Trinity really couldn't understand what Xavier saw in this ugly, delusional fool. He pampered her for years, handing the world down to her at request. She didn't need to lift her hand, he made all her wishes come true. Yet, it only made her get all the more conceited and presumptuous.

She had been worried that she wouldn't have the chance to teach Nancy a lesson but Xavier being unconscious had given her the much needed opening.

Indeed, she intended to make this night one that Nancy would never be able to shake off in ten lifetimes.

A huge smile appeared on Trinity's face as she hovered above Nancy. “Miss, get ready.”

The words were barely out of her lips when the rope holding Nancy snapped, sending her plummeting straight to the ground as she screamed.

Trinity's laughter and shouts of ‘Aiya!’ rang out in the dark night, wild, childish and unrestrained.

Like a mad haunted Annabelle doll on a rampage.