I ran.
Barefoot and naked through the cold corridors of the ruined Haven, heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted to explode. The golden light inside me surged uncontrollably, giving me speed I didn't want, making my legs move faster than they should have been able to. Behind me I could hear them calling my name — Liora's soft, worried voice, Kaia's deeper tone, Morgana's commanding one — but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop.
Every footstep echoed too loudly. Every shadow looked like it was reaching for me.
Then the first glitch hit.
I stumbled hard, nearly falling as a violent flash ripped through my mind.
I was behind Kaia, slamming into her with brutal force, one hand fisted in her silver hair, yanking her head back sharply. She was moaning, crying, begging. I laughed — a cold, cruel sound that wasn't mine — and slapped her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. "Take it, you greedy whore," I growled in a voice deeper than my own. "You wanted the real Chosen. Now choke on it." I thrust harder, viciously, making her sob with overstimulation.
I gasped and slammed into a wall, forehead pressed against the cold stone. My stomach twisted.
"No… no, that wasn't me…"
Another flash came immediately after.
Liora was on her back, legs pushed up to her shoulders, folded almost in half. I was pounding into her tiny body with savage strokes, my hand wrapped around her delicate throat, squeezing just enough to make her eyes roll back. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she came again, squirting messily around my cock. I leaned down and whispered against her ear, "Cry louder, little toy. I like it when you break."
I slid down the wall, retching even though there was nothing in my stomach. My hands were shaking violently.
That wasn't me. I would never treat them like that. I would never be that cruel.
But the memories kept coming.
Flash after flash of me — or something that looked like me — using them roughly, degrading them, laughing while they cried and begged and came harder than they ever had before. The version of me from last night had been darker. Hungrier. Meaner. And the girls had loved every second of it.
"Alex!"
Liora's voice was close now. I looked up and saw her running toward me, still completely naked, small breasts bouncing with each step, concern written all over her face. Kaia and Morgana were right behind her.
"Stay away!" I shouted, voice cracking. I pushed myself up and kept running, deeper into the ruined section of the Haven.
Another glitch slammed into me mid-stride.
I had Morgana bent over a table, purple hair wrapped around my fist like reins. I was fucking her so hard the table was scraping across the floor. She was moaning, cursing, telling me to go harder. I leaned over her and bit her shoulder hard enough to draw blood, then whispered, "Even the mighty High Sorceress is just another cum-hungry slut when my cock is inside her." She came instantly, screaming.
I tripped and fell hard, scraping my knees and elbows on the broken stone floor. Pain flared, but it was nothing compared to the horror twisting in my chest.
They were chasing something that had hurt them. Used them. Enjoyed breaking them.
And they had no idea it wasn't really me.
I crawled to my feet again, tears burning in my eyes, and kept running.
To be continued.