OLIVER POV
I woke with a start. My lying form rose quickly into an alert sitting state. I raised my hand to shield my sensitive eyes from the brightness of the surrounding area.
The air was fresh and energizing.
I knew right away that Vinny was no longer within me. I felt lighter. I felt free.
I exhaled in relief.
Free.
It was surreal to be a prisoner within your own body for most of your life. Even your own thoughts were not yours; they were influenced and twisted.
At times, it was hard to understand if they were my own or Vinny’s. He was fluid with the manipulation.
One moment I would be laughing and smiling, seemingly enjoying the horrible things I would do, only to sob like a newborn babe in the darkness of night when the memories of the things I had done. It took me a while to
