Posted Mon Nov 9, 2015 | 540 Words | Tagged story woods accent

Woods was starting to really call to me too often. He would tempt me into wearing his hat, letting him out and control my life. I wanted to be back on track and try to move on from him. I didn’t want to upset him, so I thought about giving him a new owner, someone who actually wanted him more than me. Yeah I wanted him so badly, but it was starting to get a bit silly.

I got his hat ready in my hands and walked slowly up to some guy who looked a bit aimless, but in fairly good shape and wearing fairly chavvy clothes I thought he’d enjoy wearing. I carefully slid it on the guy who turned to face me before feeling his mind sink away and then I saw the normal smirk appear on the other guy’s face.

But then he looked down at the body in disgust. I felt a chill up in my spine and I felt fear fill my body. I didn’t know how he was going to react and I didn’t have any time. I felt a hit to my nose and full of force and power as my head was pushed back, as well as the rest of my body. Another hit came quickly to my stomach as he winded me.

I felt my body hit the concrete floor in pain. I couldn’t move. My body was limp and helpless. I couldn’t imagine what to think until I heard him speak in his thick scouse accent,

“Mate, the fuck you think you doin? You think you can fuckin do somert like that cunt. I’ll show you what I can fuckin do”

Next he lifted off his hat, and with him emptying out of the body, placed it onto my head. I felt him rushing in, his thoughts, his emotions, his energy. Filling me, pushing me away. More than ever, I felt light and fuzzy. I could see and feel everything, but I had no control.

My body slowly got up from the ground and shook himself off. I felt surges of his power flow through me, as the guy I tried to pass him off to had collapsed. He looked unconscious at least, but there was no way I could force him to check.

I found him letting himself back into my… his place. He took a selfie in the room without any clothes on. Whatever power I gave to him, he was using. His body was where he wanted. The body matching the personality, all of the hours in the gym he did were paying off instantly. Feeling powerful as he smoked away a cigarette, or a fag as he called them. I certainly wasn’t going to be back for a while, and all of my worries would just have to sit there. There wasn’t any actions I could process.

He even stopped talking to me knowing he didn’t even want me to have control of his body anymore. He used his tongue leaving mine to grow stale. All I could do is watch as he moved into a council flat in a run down area, making mates in the pub and working out. It was his life now.