Did they, do it? Did they fuck them up? They better have. This would be bad for me. I take out my phone and move my lower hand over it. No call. No conformation. Even with clairvoyance I can't see them. They're out of my 200-meter radius.  grip my arms. I look down and I realize blood is dripping. My eyes narrow.

"Are you alright?" She asks on the bed.

I turn to my little doll. My little pet.

"Just stay their little doll." I flick my hands.

I pull my hair back. Why would an angel bring them here? I grip my chest. I can still feel the angelic blade. I can still hear my screams. Me... and all-powerful psychic, murdered by an angel. Murdered. Me. I have powers. I can read minds. I can even see the future but... I break my cup, one little fucking mistake and it all turns to ship. She takes my hand. I look at her. She's a lot shorter than I thought she'd be.  

"You can tell me anything." She smiles.

I pull out a chain. It wraps around her neck. Her eyes did not show fear. They showed desire. Her cheeks were a rosy red. I see her heart beating. It was beating very fast. I bite my lip. She pulls off her nightgown.

"And you have to give me everything." I say.