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Story: Haunted By the Devil
I don’t say anything, instead waiting for him to speak.
“Open the fucking gate, you ungrateful piece of shit.” He shouts into the speaker.
I roll my eyes, like I would fucking listen to him.
“You have one job. One fucking job. The Dark One is threatening to give your name next, Elijah!”
Here we go.
“Don’t think for a second I would stop it either. You are going against your own. For what? For her? The daughter of a whore, a slut and fucking peasant?”
The longer I don’t give him the reaction he is looking for, the more irate he becomes.
“She takes after who raised her. She isn’t a virgin. She spreads her legs for any dick that gives her attention, including you.”
My face is burning, my heart begins to race and my hand grips my phone so hard I hear a crack.
“I’ve felt her pussy. Did she tell you? I bet she hasn’t. Her bare pink pussy. It was dripping as my hand cupped it.”
The anger rushing through my veins creates enough pressure behind my eyes that they feel like they could burst at any moment.
He. Fucking. Touched. Her.
He touched what’s mine.
“E, don’t let him get to you.” Rain softly whispers, while gently placing her hand on top of my heart, “He wants you to react. He is desperate. He knows he is next.”
“You're just like your mom. A pussy.”
Throwing the blankets off me, I toss my phone and storm to the front door, then outside in just my underwear.
“E. Don’t do it. This is what he wants.”
Rain scurries behind me.
I may not have a use for my own mom but he has crossed the fucking line by bringing up my little bat.
Rain catches up to me as I continue to walk down the long, dark driveway.
“Don’t. Please don’t. His time is coming.” She continues to plead with me.
I stop. Looking up to the sky, shaking my head. She’s right.
“Fuck.” I shout into the night.
My little bat is right. I’m not thinking. All I am seeing is his severed head on the end of an iron stake attached to my gate.
Looking down at her, her legs and feet are bare. She looks so tiny in my tee. Wrapping my arms around her, my voice seethes, “He touched you.”
“And I hated it. I wanted to cry, to crawl into myself and hide. But he would have thrived on it more. To see me broken would have given him what he wanted. He made me bathe, cleanse myself in front of everyone.”
Taking in each word, a feeling in my chest forms, pure passion and devotion.
“You are the strongest person I know.” My voice rasps as my lips move against her ear.
I can’t bring myself to let go of her as I continue to speak, “He’s all yours. I will deliver him to you. You are my fucking depraved goddess.”
Rain steps back, smiling as her hand reaches for mine, our fingers intertwine. As I continue to watch her, her smile goes from soft to sinister. I find myself smirking back at her. What is my little bat thinking?
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