Chapter 7
Imogael
Scott spent hours moping. His mind was a tangible shade of blue, and any time I took a dip into his thoughts, I found myself feeling sad, too.
How terribly boring.
I wanted action. Excitement. Anger and violence. Instead there was a man sitting on the couch next to me, staring off into space. Humans were incredibly powerful and yet somehow were totally controlled by their emotions. Such simple things could take the strongest man and turn him into a miserable lump on the floor.
I was sick of it.
In Hell, when things were bad, there were orgies. Hundreds, sometimes thousands of demons would come together. They would bring some of the damned, and they would all writhe in the pits, surrounded by fire or ice depending on the level they were on. It never solved anything, but it put demons into a better mood. When demons were in good moods, they were more wicked than ever, and could easily solve their problems.
Perhaps Scott would be the same. All I needed to do was seduce him. But how? When he wouldn't even look at me, wouldn't talk to me, how was I supposed to get him to fuck me?
I stood up with my hands on my hips. The movement caught his attention, his glassy eyes falling on me. One of my hands reeled back, and then like a band pulled too tight, propelled forward and struck his face.
“Get up!” I commanded. He only rolled his eyes in response, so I hit him again. “Stop being a little bitch. Do you think sitting on that couch is going to get you anywhere?”
He growled and stood, then. “You don't know a goddamn thing about what's going on here,” he said. “And you better stop talking to me like that or I'll make you regret it.”
“You? Make me regret it? You're pathetic. Crying over some old woman, instead of getting revenge.”
He grabbed me, but I pulled away and gave him a snort. “Don't touch me,” I said, but I stepped closer to him instead of away. He lunged forward, grabbing my braid and dragging me down the hallway. I screamed in pain, but it really felt heavenly.
We got to his bedroom, which smelled like him. He threw me onto the bed by my hair and set to work pulling off my pants and panties, then my shirt and bra. It wasn't a gentle endeavor. My body would have bruises in a few hours.
He seemed to calm down a bit, so I slapped him again. A furious roar made my body shake with a delicious fear. “It's not fair for you to be clothed while I'm naked,” I said, trying to make my voice sound angry and sure of itself.
Leaning over me so close that I could feel his breath on my face, he stared deep into my eyes. “This isn't about what's fair for you. This isn't about you at all. This is about me, and you pleasing me. Got that?”
God, I was so wet. Especially when he started pulling off his clothes anyway, then stood before me in all his glory. His cock was hard and long, his chiseled muscles begged to be licked.
Forcing my thighs apart, he shoved a finger into me. It hurt because it was dry, but that didn't last long as he wiggled the appendage deep inside of me, beckoning me to moan. I gave in, laying back against the bed and spreading my legs wider.
He put another finger inside of me, then started to pound them in and out. Those delicious feelings were building up within me, threatening to burst forward, when he abruptly stopped and stepped between my legs.
“Beg me for it,” he said. “Let me know you're a whore for me.”
I would have done just about anything for him then. “Please, Scott, fuck me, I need it so bad, I need to feel you inside of me. And then I need you to cum in me. Fill me up. Come on, baby, please! I'll do anything.”
“Anything?” He asked. I nodded, gasping as the head of his cock bumped against my clitoris. “Then yes, I will cum in you, but not in your cunt. I'm going to cum in your ass.”
He entered me before I could say anything about that. And he fucked the hell out of me, his hips jack hammering his cock in and out of me faster than I thought possible. I was a mess, thrashing on that bed below him, yelling out in ecstasy. I came, hard, around that cock.
With that orgasm, though, he pulled out of me and brought my legs up. He pushed them together, then spread my ass cheeks. The head of his cock pressed at the entrance to my anus, still slick from my juices.
Slowly, sooo slowly, he pushed into me. I took in a sharp breath as the pain finally registered, but before I could complain he was bottoming out inside of me. And then he pulled back out. That was about when it started to feel good as well as painful. In and out, he fucked my ass, harder and harder. It was… wonderful. Delicious. I had been fucked in the ass before as a demon, but it never felt as pleasurable as that.
What felt even better was when Scott finally released himself inside of me. The way he twitched, and his heat filled me up, was bliss. He popped his dick out of my ass and then crawled over me onto the bed. I crawled up to him and ran my fingers through his hair, feeling a strange fondness for the man.
“Do you want me to leave?” I asked. He shook his head no, so I spent time in the room with him, playing with his hair and listening to him breath until he fell asleep and I could slip back into the living room.
Scott
I was in the basement when the third call came. I was in the basement when the fourth call came, too. I ignored all of them. I didn't want to do anything, and I didn't want to face the world. Nothing that Antonio or Saejima could have said to me would have fixed that I was the reason for another death.
Starr wasn't exactly an innocent, but she didn't deserve to die because of me. I didn't even know why someone would be going after people associated with me. For a long time, all I've been was a negotiator. I made things better for other people, and never stuck my nose in business where I wasn't wanted.
Even the cops liked me, for the most part. They let me do what I needed to do, giving me warnings now and then about what they wouldn't allow from me.
So who? Who could have done it?
Joey Oregon's face stared up at me from the box. I picked it up and examined it. Of all the people in that box, I was most sure of his death.
The box was on the floor, photos in my hands as I sifted through them. The photos of her. The photo of Joey. They were each set out on the floor, neatly, so that I could see them clearly. I thought I was done with them, but I guess I was wrong.
The photos were all out on the floor when Elise came downstairs. She walked over to me, quietly, and simply observed. There had to be something there that I had missed. I couldn't think of anyone else that would want to hurt Starr or people associated with me. It had to be someone in the photos.
It had to be.
It didn't make sense. The should have all been dead, rotting in graves, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe I missed someone, someone who had the patience to take years to plan their revenge. But who? Who in those photos would have done that?
“What are all those photos for?” Elise asked, sitting on my bench. Her hair was down and free, no longer in a braid. It was strange how much pleasure it brought me to look at her vibrant hair.
I wasn't quite sure where to start. “I was married, once. She was my high school sweetheart. She was blonde and so beautiful. Kind, too. And she had the funniest sense of humor, and a cute freckle on her nose.” It was overwhelming to think about her. My Floretta.
“She was my world, my everything, and I thought that I could settle down with her. Start a family. But I was in a club, a motorcycle club, that took me away from her too often. We fought, sometimes, because of it. I was out of the house because of a fight when it happened.”
“What?” She asked me.
“Joey Oregon happened. The president of Southern Mayhem, the club I was in. We had been friends in high school. Before it happened, Southern Mayhem ruled this whole state. There was nothing we didn't have our fingers in. We ran most of the drug business, had most of the girls working for us. A few politicians in our pockets, whole swaths of the police force. We were the kings of Arkansas.”
“That sounds fun,” she said with a smile. Elise was infuriating, but those lips were so sweet. I wished I could have kissed her then, but she was too far away.
“Yeah, well, after a while Joey stopped liking me and started liking drugs. I guess he probably never liked me much. We were friends of convenience, to be honest. And then, when someone started a rumor that I was fucking his wife, he finally found a way to get me out of the picture. A reason to kill me. I don't think he knew I wasn't home when he...”
“Were you sleeping with his wife?” Elise asked. Her fingers were running through the tips of her hair.
I shook my head, coughing. “I never cheated on Etta. Not once.” It was the truth. I would have never betrayed her like that. Were she still alive, I still would have been perfectly true to her. She was everything to me, and a man doesn't ruin everything for a one night stand.
“So he believed a lie,” she thought out loud, her voice quiet. “You humans are so strange.” I ignored that strange comment and continued with my story. Elise should know it. She should know what kind of man she was staying with.
She should know that I was a killer, and it wasn't safe for her to be near me. Whatever she did with that knowledge was up to her. She could leave, or she could stay. Deep inside, I hoped that she would stay, even though I had no right to hope for such a thing.
“It was a convenient lie to believe. He used it to justify setting my house on fire. Etta was home. I wasn't. When I got there, she was already dead. I was a wreck.” My hands were shaking from the memory, my mouth tasted of metal. I didn't want to finish the story, but I had to. I had to get it all out there. No more secrets from Elise.
“I took a week to plan my revenge. That's what these photos were for, they acted as my notes. About where they went. What they did. Who they talked to, and when they would be weakest. I took Joachim and Boaz, my pistols, and I went to our headquarters. I killed them all. Every one of them. I did not spare a single person, blowing holes into their chests and their heads. So you see, Elise, I'm a monster.”
She came to my side and touched my shoulder, but I shrugged her away. I couldn't do it, anymore. I couldn't be human in front of her then. “I need you to leave me alone for a while, Elise.”
She left the basement.