Editing Reailty Book 2, Chapter 15: Angelic Passion Unlocked

Editing Reality

Book Two: Sultry Fantasies Unleashed

Chapter Fifteen: Angelic Passion Unlocked

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note: Thanks to WRC 264 for beta reading this.

Steve Davies

I stared at the army of anime girls rushing at city hall. They were all armed with assault rifles, sleek, deadly weapons. They swept in from the right and the left, their gunshots cracking through the afternoon. The few people who were still lurking around city hall after my inauguration were fleeing into the building.

Bullets slammed into the building. I could hear them cracking into the stone facade. How was this possible. How could these women, who looked like they were spilling out of that Anime convention held in Seattle around Easter, attack us? I had warded this place to keep anyone wanting to do harm from approaching.

“Steve!” my wife gasped, her voice full of fear.

“Sir, sir, the tunnel,” Imogene said. My secretary, pulling off one of her hoop earrings, rushed up to me. She threw her earring to the side as she grabbed me. “We have to get out of here.”

“Tunnel…” I said, my mind reeling from the shock of this moment. I couldn’t believe this was happening. It was insane.

“To the utility building,” Imogene said, grabbing my hand and leading me towards the side door.

My mind struggled to think as she pulled me towards the door. My wife rushed after me, grabbing my other arm, pressing her naked breasts against it. There was a tunnel. Memories were spilling through my mind as my brain started to function. The tunnel led to a nearby utility building on the other side of the street. A building those strange girls were ignoring. I had edited that building to be a safe place, too.

A place where people couldn’t come near if they wanted to hurt me or others.

“This can’t be happening,” I muttered as Imogene, her brown hair sweeping about her shoulders, opened the door. “I made this place safe. You saw that, Linda.”

“I know,” she said. “We’ll figure this out later. We just have to get to safety. Get to our children.”

My stomach tightened. I wrenched my hand from Imogene’s and shoved it into my pockets, my pants just managing to hang on to my hips. I pulled out my phone as we headed forward. There was a flight of narrow stairs before us. This tunnel was a byproduct of prohibition. For some reason, city hall had occupied a building that had built a tunnel for smuggling booze.

I scrolled through my contacts, found Sam’s number, and hit the call button as we headed down the wooden stairs. There was a dusty smell in the air. Bullets cracked into the building outside. My heart hammered. My Sam had to be safe. The phone rang and rang and rang.

“Hey, you’ve reached my phone, leave a message!” said Sam’s voice.

I groaned and hung up. I shook my head, glancing at my wife. “She didn’t pick up.”

“Oh, god,” she moaned as we reached the bottom of the stairs.

“Sir, let’s go,” Imogene moaned, opening the door that led to the tunnel reaching beneath the streets. I had gone down through here once. There were lights that still worked. Imogene found the switch, flipped it on.

Lights flickered on down the long tunnel. It was narrow, lined in brick.

I opened the editing app, not bothering to pause reality as we hurried down the hallway. My wife still cluing to me while naked Imogene rushed down the hallway before me, her rump swaying while she hugged herself.

“I wish I had my clothes on,” she muttered. “Why am I naked?”

“Don’t worry about that,” I said. I typed in the app’s search bar one-handed, putting in my daughter’s name.

“This is getting crazy, huh?” Anael said, the blonde angel asked as she pranced beside me. “Upstairs, people are getting interesting.”

“That’s one way to put it,” I growled. I found my daughter and hit her. The phone displayed a view of my living room. Sam, her three friends, James, and his two girlfriends were all in the living room cheering and shouting. My daughter and son held Nintendo Switch controllers, staring at the TV intently as they played one of their dumb games.

“Sam and James are fine,” I said as we rushed forward.

“Oh, good,” moaned my wife as I looked up Becky.

I found my daughter upstairs in her room with Tonya and Tonya’s mother, the three writhing in lesbian passion.

“Becky, too,” I said, some of the tension around my heart bleeding out of me.

Imogene reached the door to the other side, opening it with a heavy groan. It was iron, thick and hard. She stood there, her youthful face nervous. She waved us on. My wife and I passed through it. Anael swept through Imogene, the angel incorporeal. My secretary closed it and there was a loud boom, plunging us into darkness.

“Where’s the other door?” my wife gasped as the only light came from my phone. “Shouldn’t it be right here.”

My wife pointed at the far wall. I could see only the old bricks that made up the room. I frowned, nodding. “Yeah, there should be. This isn’t a dead end.”

I waved my phone before me, the screen shining the blue light on the phone. This tension swelled in my stomach. My heart squeezed as this growing panic rose in me as I circled the walls. Imogene trembled by the iron door. The small room we were in, right below the other building now only had one way in and out.

It had been changed. Edited.

My panic swelled. It rose in me. My breathing quickened. Fear squeezed about my chest. I trembled as I turned around. There had to be a door here. There had to be. This was our escape route. It had to be here.

“Steve,” my wife said, her voice cracking. “What’s going on, Steve?”

I swallowed. My body shook. I struggled not to drown in this rising fear and—

My phone rang.

I didn’t recognize the number. My phone buzzed in my hand as the ringer echoed through the small room. My wife gasped, staring at me, her face lit by the bluish glow of my phone. I shook as my thumb hovered over the screen.

Who was calling me?

I swiped the screen and brought it to my ear. “Hello.”

“Mr. Davies,” the confident, smooth voice of Seth Parish said. “I believe this is what we call checkmate.”

The floor fell out of my stomach. I staggered, my free hand planting against the wall.

“As you’re starting to realize, you’re trapped in this room,” Seth said. “The door behind you won’t open any longer. I’ve edited it and the walls, floor, and ceiling to be impervious to any damage. My cell phone is the only one that can call into this room, all other signals are blocked.”

“Okay,” I said, my mind reeling. What could I do to get help? What could I use to get me out of here? I had my clothing. What could I do with them? “What do you want.”

“When you play chess,” Seth said, such gloating glee in his young voice, “you don’t win by just defeating your opponent. No, you make your opponent defeat themselves. You lead them to the right place where they have no choice but to lose. Where all their moves lead to your victory. There is no way out of the room you’re in unless I free you. No way for you to pull out any surprises. No way to escape. You’re trapped.”

“What is it?” my wife asked.

I shook my head at her and focused on my phone. “What do you want?”

“We’ll get to that,” Seth said. He was having such joy. “I could have defeated you in so many different ways. I could have just put a gun to your head, but I’m not that sort of guy. I don’t want to hurt you, I just want you to surrender. So I came up with a plan to have you in the right place at the right time. Where you would have no moves left but surrendering to me.



“Your greed for power was the first thing I noticed. How you were manipulating not just the girls at our college, but the mayor himself. When I realized you wanted to control things, I knew you couldn’t resist accepting being mayor even when you knew that I had arranged it. You had to accept the role. You had to impose your will on Rainier.”

I ground my teeth as my wife and Imogene hugged each other.

“So I had you in a place at the right time, but I needed an army to maneuver you. I grew my minions while you were wholly distracted by the gun sale. I hid my girls from you, making sure no one would be able to tell you about them. I knew you would notice the tunnel running from City Hall. You would see the potential of it. You never thought to check it out after you first found it. So you had no idea that I had tampered with this room.”

“You sound very proud of yourself,” I said. “How did you get around my protection? Your girls are attacking the building. They shouldn’t be able to. Are they not human?”

“Oh, they’re not trying to kill anyone,” he said. “They’re just shooting at the building, having fun. It’s a game to them. In fact, they’re already fleeing before the police can regroup and come back.”

My heart sank.

“Yes, you could have walked out to them, and they wouldn’t have done a thing to you. I just needed to force you to move. And you did with a little nudge from Imogene. That little hoop earring she’s wearing. You were scared and didn’t think when she offered you an avenue of escape.”

My eyes flicked to my secretary. She wore only one, the only thing she had on.

“Now there’s a way out,” Seth said. “You can give up your power. You can surrender it. I have it under good authority that this will reset every change you ever made. All the people you’ve modified will be free of the edits you’ve made to them. Becky will be free.”

“That’s what you want, right?” I growled. “Becky? You want her badly.”

“My daughter?” gasped my wife. Her face swelled with anger. “Let me speak to him!”

“I want her to love me,” Seth snarled. “But you… You twisted her. Your own daughter. You made her love you, to submit to your lust.” Anger burned in his voice. “You twisted her. I couldn’t even get her to act on her attraction to me. You made her love you so much that she’s lost.”

This wild laughter burst from me. I couldn’t help it. He thought I made my daughter love me?

“What?” Seth demanded.

“I didn’t make my daughter love me,” I growled. “She loved me all on her own. She always did before I ever had these powers. She never even thought of you. You were nothing to my Becky! Nothing!”

“Doesn’t matter,” Seth said. “Once she’s free, I can make her believe she always loved me. We’ll be happy. And you can go back to your life. Be a professor. I don’t hold a grudge.” I could hear him draw in a deep breath. “Once I have Becky, we’re good, Mr.