He can only watch and try to make sense of things

Erik stood there with his mouth open. The two of them were trading lines like it was the most natural thing in the world. His daughter’s bare tits were still out, crop top and bra bunched on her chest, and she was smiling that same wrong smile while the words left her mouth.

“A part of my soul now exists within them,” Freya said, voice bright with something that sounded like pride. “I can make them do whatever I want!”

She suddenly locked her arms at her sides, elbows stiff, and started marching in place like a bad robot. The movements were jerky and deliberate.

“Bee booop, beeep booop!”

The Latina woman’s voice took over again.

“It is in your best interest to not interfere, because as you can see…”

She didn’t finish the sentence. Instead she dropped hard onto her knees. The impact made her heavy tits bounce under the wet tank. She bent forward until her face was inches from the milk puddle and started licking it up off the floor. Long, slow strokes of her tongue. No hesitation.

The kid took two lazy steps toward her, lifted one foot, and pressed it down on the back of her head. Her face smashed into the milk. He held her there. She kept licking anyway, tongue working against the floor around the sole of his shoe.

Freya was still doing the robot march, arms rigid, bare tits jiggling with every stiff step.

“My control is absolute,” she said in that same cheerful tone. “I can see everything they see. I can hear everything they hear and there’s nothing you can do about it. But don’t worry once I’m done having my fun, I’ll take the piece of my soul back and she won’t remember a thing.”

Erik’s whole body felt tight. Heat crawled up his neck. This skinny piece of shit had put something inside his daughter and was using her mouth to talk to him like it was a joke. He turned to face the guy, ready to close the distance and put his hands on him.

But the guy was gone.

Only the Latina woman remained, face still pinned to the floor, tongue still working at the milk. The colorful toy gun was gone with him.

“Don’t worry DADDY! I will help you find him!”

Freya’s voice rang out bright and helpful. She reached up, pulled the crop top and bra the rest of the way off, and tossed both items aside without looking where they landed. They hit a freezer door and slid down.

“Gosh! I don’t know why women wear these, such a headache.”

Her perky tits sat free and pale under the fluorescent lights. She rolled her shoulders like she was glad to be rid of the clothes.

Erik grabbed her by the shoulders again, harder this time. His fingers dug into bare skin. He put his face close to hers and yelled straight at those wrong eyes.

“You’re in there aren’t you! Where did you run off to bitch! Are you so scared of facing a real man?”

Freya’s face pulled into a look of mild disappointment. She sighed.

“Chch, don’t get so ahead of yourself man, consider this a game of hide and seek, find me and I’ll give you an opportunity to free your daughter, as a sign of good will, I’m even leaving her body with you so you know she’s not out there doing something depraved like our sexy friend here.”

She tilted her head toward the Latina woman. The older woman lifted her milk-smeared face off the floor, smiled wide, and winked at them both. Then she dropped her head again and went right back to licking.

Erik stared at the body in front of him. At the smug little expression sitting on his daughter’s face. At the bare tits rising and falling with each calm breath.

“Just wait until I get my hands on you, asshole!”

“Yeah yeah daddy I know. Now move it! You wouldn’t want me to get bored and leave the store before you find me, would you?”

Freya shrugged her bare shoulders as she said it. The motion made her perky tits shift and settle again. She stood there completely unbothered by the cold air or the fact that she was half-naked in the middle of the frozen foods aisle, pink-and-black hair messy around her face, that same smug little smile still glued on.

Erik didn’t answer her. He couldn’t. Every second he stood there arguing with the thing wearing his daughter’s body was another second the real bastard could be putting distance between them. Time was already slipping.

He turned and started moving fast toward the front of the store. Past the milk-smeared Latina still on her knees, past the open freezers, past a middle-aged couple who had just rounded the corner and frozen at the sight of Freya’s bare chest. He didn’t stop to explain. There was nothing to explain that wouldn’t sound insane.

His boots hit the floor hard. He didn’t want to waste even a single second. Very few people were moving about in the store, at least there won’t be enough witnesses to the depravity that was on display was the only thing Erik could think about.

He glanced back once.

Freya was following. Not running, just walking at a steady pace that kept her a few steps behind him, eyes locked on his back the whole time. Her arms hung loose at her sides. Her tits moved with each step. She looked almost casual about it, like this was a game she already knew she was winning.

How the fuck was he supposed to find someone who could see through her eyes?

The thought sat heavy in his chest. The guy could be anywhere in the store, behind a shelf, in the bathroom, already outside, and every time Erik looked for him, Freya would see it too. The controller would know exactly where he was headed. It was like trying to sneak up on someone while they were riding in your own head.

Impossible.

But he kept walking anyway.

He owed her that much. She had chosen him after the divorce. She had kept showing up even when he was at his worst. She had held his hand through the aisles ten minutes ago and lectured him about protein like he was the kid. Now something else was looking out of her face and calling him daddy in that filthy voice, and the only thing left for him to do was keep moving until he found a way to rip it out of her.

He pushed through the end of the aisle and into the main walkway, heart slamming against his ribs, Freya’s bare footsteps soft and steady behind him.

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