Her eyes had rolled back in their sockets, showing only white, and fresh scratches had appeared on her forearms and cheeks. Worse, though, was the way her T-shirt had been pushed up to show the plain white bra she wore underneath, the swell of her small breasts. The pale skin of her belly seemed to undulate in a grotesque fashion, as if unseen fingers were caressing her. That was probably why she moaned the way she did, as if caught in the throes of some unholy pleasure.
It was the most obscene thing he’d ever had the misfortune to witness. Next to him, Ariel put her hand to her mouth, but she didn’t move, didn’t speak, as if she no longer had the strength to cry out against the thing possessing her daughter.
Michael turned away — not because he didn’t have the strength to see what was h
