POV: Victoria
The dagger burned in my hand like ice and fire mixed together.
I wanted to drop it. Every part of me screamed to throw the evil blade away and run. But my fingers wouldn't let go. They gripped the crystal handle like they belonged to someone else.
"Victoria." The voice behind me spoke again, deep and old like stones grinding together. "You cannot fight me anymore."
I spun around, the dagger still pressed against my chest. Standing in the shadows was something that looked like a man, but his eyes were holes of darkness and his smile showed too many teeth.
"No," I whispered. "I won't let you hurt those babies."
"You have no choice, child. I am in control now."
The thing inside my head laughed, and the sound made my bones shake. It had been growing stronger for weeks, whispering terrible ideas and making me do horrible things. At first, I thought the voice was just my anger and jealousy talking. But now I knew the truth.
