A Devil For A Companion

You could kill her— after raping her!

The thought seemed to leap into his brain. It was a half-thought and, somehow, a half-sound that seemed to originate all around him. It had no direction or origin. At first, it startled him. He looked around for the source of the voice. Finding no one, he had to conclude that he had imagined it. Curiously, he found that the possibility of committing rape and murder did not horrify or repulse him. It was only the thought of being caught and going to jail that made him hesitate.

The Voice once again surrounded him, speaking louder now, from everywhere and no where.