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Continued from part 3.

The detective shook his head, "I don't know what to say. 
After four weeks, we've come up with nothing.  I've already
lightened the surveillance, but I'm going to have to cut it
off completely until something else happens."

I nodded, "That sounds reasonable.  Maybe he got tired and
skipped town?"

"Whatever.  But let me know if he comes back?"

I nodded.  "Thanks a lot for your help."

                                  ***
     
Three vibrators were fastened into each of Mary's holes: her
mouth, her asshole, and her cunt.  The one in her mouth was
programmed to squirt life-like cum into her mouth.  If she was
smart, she'd swallow it.  The vibrators were all on high, and
I figured that after a few days of this, that she had to be
reaching her limits of pleasure.

Her face was flushed, and her limbs were shaking.  She was no
longer straining, which was obvious, given the red marks on
her wrists and ankles.

On seeing me, she began moaning.  Probably begging me to stop. 
I undid the straps and pulled the vibrator from her mouth.

At first, she spit for a few moments.  "Thank you!"

"I take it that you didn't enjoy yourself?"  I roughly pulled
out the other two, smiling as she gasped.

I was surprised at what she said next, but her eyes looked
sincere, "I missed you.  I need your cock in me!"

I didn't know what to say.  I had wanted her to submit, and to
love me, but it was such an impossible dream that I didn't
know what to say.  For a few moments, I stood motionless, not
even knowing if she could see how she was affecting me.

"I'll give you the ride of your life!" I promised, taking her
out of her chains (but leaving the collar on).  "Tell me that
you love me!"

"I love you!" she screamed as she jammed a thumb into my right
eye.  

"AAAAA!" I fell against the floor, holding my hands to my eye,
feeling the blood, and not knowing if she had blinded me.  The
pain was too much.  

The chain wrapped around my throat, and the next thing I knew,
I was no longer feeling the pain.  I didn't see anything.

                                  ***

Detective Frank Sor looked me.  I sat in a straightjacket, the
two of us separated by a clear, bulletproof wall.  Not even
the wires from the microphones and speakers went through the
wall.  There was a lot of strain in his eyes.  I could see
that with the one eye that I had left.  I still wanted to
scratch at my bad eye, if my right hand weren't restrained as
well.  Not much I could do with my left, since it wasn't there
anymore.

"So," I said.  "You've got me.  What now?  What do you do?"

"I'm letting you go," he said suddenly.  "Like the witnesses
said before, you weren't the man.  You're not the man."

"I don't understand!"

He smiled, "You don't need to cover for him.  He can't
threaten you anymore.  This psychiatric ward has a most
excellent doctor, and he recognized your condition.  Of
course, we can't tell the news about it, since they wouldn't
believe it.  You see, we in the police force encounter real
things in the trenches, and... well... we take it for what
they're worth."

I shook my head.  "You've still got me."

"Son... you were possessed, and the Beast within was
exorcised."

A new man entered the room behind the detective.  It was the
homeless man that I beat the crap out of.  Except that he
wasn't homeless.  He was a psychiatrist.  He was smiling.  He
was healthy. 

The detective gestured towards him negligently, "Dr. van Buren
here was following you that night because he saw what you
truly were, and the Beast within knew it.  He emerged that
night for real, because he knew that he could hide no longer. 
Your despair allowed him the foothold that he needed."

The Doctor continued.  "In the old days, evil within us was
locked away.  We hid it in the sand, thinking that if we
didn't see it, it was banished forever.  But we have learned
much.  First off, we have learned that evil is a very tangible
force at work, actively wearing us down, and sometimes taking
us over, as you were taken over.  We have also learned how to
permanently deal with evil."

The Doctor held up a mirror.  I saw myself, sitting by myself. 
The other man was gone.

I didn't know what to say.  I couldn't believe it... but then
again, it offered some sort of explanation that fit what I had
observed as the facts.

The detective stood up and smiled, "Thank you for helping us
so much with this matter.  You're a very brave man.  Most
people would have burrowed within and never resisted what was
within.  You have actively resisted this evil for all of your
life, and when it emerged, you did your best to undermine it. 
If you had not acted when you did, you might have never been
saved."

The straightjacket was removed by a smiling attendant, and the
smiling man showed me the way out.  

"This is too surreal," I repeated to myself as I entered the
outside world, wearing a new set of white clothes.  Civilian
clothes of course, and fashionable, but all white.

I looked around, the world looking somehow... better. 
Happier.  Less gloomy.  I was greeted by someone.  My heart
gripped my throat in fear as I realized that it was Mary. 
Maybe the Doctor was right, because I faced her with a
conscience, knowing what I had done, and feeling genuine guilt
and pain.  It may have been the man with the hat who directed
the action, but it was still I who had done such things to
her, wasn't it?

"Do anything you want, and I won't resist you," I said,
holding my open hands out.  "I'll understand.  I'd be enraged
too if some monster who raped me got off free."

She shook her head sharply, tears falling down her face.  "You
don't understand!"  I was totally shocked when she gave me a
sharp hug, almost lifting me up into the air.  Mary laughed at
my confusion, grabbing my hands when I reflexively backed
away.  "I don't need to forgive you, because you never did
anything.  I'm not mad at you either, because the monster is
dead!  Why would I want to hurt you because you're back in the
body that the monster used to commit its own crimes?"

This was too much to take.  Were they right, or had I entered
yet another insane world?  I didn't know what to think.  She
helped me think, wrapping an arm around me and walking me in
the right direction.  "While you were in the hospital, we
moved you to a new place.  It's better."

That was understandable.  Make sure I didn't raise any
unsavory ghosts.  A gentle smile crept onto my face as I
walked with her, with a certainty that I was drawn to Mary.  I
asked her one question.  "What was it that I did?  They say
that I acted in time."

She nodded, leaning her head against mine, "You broke out for
a moment.  I even saw the change.  You told me who you really
were, and that I had to trick the evil one.  I had to pretend
that I loved him... and the rest you know."

                                  ***

The man watched them walk away, smiling to himself.  Now he
was free from that poor shlep.  All these years of these
horrible sensations of guilt and morality were gone.  

"You're a fucking idiot!  You think she loves you?  You think
you love her?  It's just some damned hormones that'll leave
your bloodstream soon enough!"

He shook his head, "If I get pulled into another fleshie,
it'll be too soon!"

Suddenly, he felt himself being drawn in a distinct direction. 
"Son of a bitch!"

The pulling could not be disobeyed.  Another hospital was
nearby, except that this place took care of physical needs.  A
baby was pulled away from a totally exhausted mother.  Within
moments, he was looking out the eyes of the newborn baby.

The End