Chapter 44. Independence Day, 1977

KHOVAHSH BURGOOS

I can remember the brutal image, the sad but factual event that changed the course of his life, the life of his family, the lives of the rapists, and inevitably…my life. Before his Master could climax, evilly thrusting his member inside the slave, I remember jumping into the slave's body.

I took it over, killing three of the four men before they could scream. I spared the one who violated me, the man that wanted to go last; coming back for a second round of action was not his untold intention.

I tortured him slowly. The friends of the Masters that abused the kids and the women of the slaves were all inside, and they met a horrifying fate.

The instant I took over the slave's body, filled with colors of all kinds, I began to feel the effects. His arteries, veins, and membranes shackled me, yet his T4 cells were in conflict with my existence since I wasn't born of the body I inhabited, but they weren't powerful enough to kill me off.

My gl