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abuse. She needed a name and she wouldn't give him one so he'd started to think of her as Self-loathing. It seemed as good a name as any and it was the reason his mind had invented this whole dramatic play for him to endure every day.
    He shook his head. "Why don't you explain to me what I am then?"
    She leaned her head to the left as if she considered what he said to her. "I could do that, I suppose. It might actually amuse me for a while." Her eyes glowed red. "I have a little time before I'm due to visit Sebastian in New Orleans. I could instruct you in your heritage."
    Why hadn't he thought of this before? It would be a lot more pleasant to let this thing , this horrid hallucination, explain his delusions to him than to let her continue to cause him seizures, headaches, and vomiting as she shot electrical currents through his body. Electric Shock Therapy was easy compared to her abilities.
    "You are one of the chosen children. Eighteen children born to undo the mistakes your parents made in releasing Sebastian. Oh, he's my brother living here disguised as a human, but he's really a demon unto humanity. Stupid idiots thought they could eliminate us all together. Boy did we show them who was in charge." She seemed to wander off into her own thoughts.
    If she were real, he'd say she was a person who was not accustomed to talking or spending a lot of time around others. Certainly, she wasn't a conversationalist. Chosen children and special destiny. He'd always had a complex about needing to be the best, to be on top of his game.
    "Where was I chosen?"
    "What?" She didn't seem to follow his line of thought.
    He shrugged; he was used to it. "Where was I when I was chosen? Who chose me and why?" He could talk himself out of this nonsense. He would simply force his brain to a new reality, to see the illogical nature of this whole experience.
    "Oh, Dr. Randall, you are so limited. The Fates, Destiny, the Gods chose you, however it is that you are comfortable describing it. Veli Destrand, before he died, used to call it 'the good side'. He was pretty accurate in that." She laughed. "Such a shame he's dead and you won't get to meet him until I send you to death. But in the mean time you're so exciting to play with."
    He didn't see it coming. The electrical current struck his body with what he could only imagine was the force of an eighteen-wheeler. His entire being shook from the experience. His insides burned as if he were a mere piece of toast. Without surprise, he fell to the hard ground.
    Breathe. It was nearly impossible to perform that basic function. Eventually, it would pass. He knew this because he'd been going through this experience at least once a day since he'd been stuck in his own mind's creation, but each time she electrocuted him, it seemed to get worse.
    When he could move, he pounded his fists on the ground in front of him. If this was punishment for killing the would-be kidnapper, he'd take it. He had stopped the man's beating heart and he knew he'd been responsible when it had happened. Even if nothing medical could ever prove it, he had felt his mind reach inside the other man's chest and command his heart to stop beating.
    He was a monster and no matter how much he could explain this away, he couldn't rationalize that away. So he would suffer this way. Forever. In a jail of his own creation.
    Jason tried to smile through the ebbing pain. He raised his head to look at the Self-loathing. She sat on the rock he'd recently occupied, unconcernedly filing her nails. The nail file bothered him. He could only imagine what she would be capable of doing to him with that since it only seemed to be just a point of her finger was needed to destroy his body with jolts of electricity.
    "I take it you don't want me to ask questions."
    "It's not questions I mind, darling." She huffed. "It's the obstinacy used to disguise disbelief."
    Jason pulled himself into a sitting position and wiped the sweat off his face. He hated this