I thought it was comical that a guy who raped women and trafficked them all over the world could be afraid of such minor things.
The spiders were the easiest so I used them first. Overly large black widows should do the trick. I imagined how each of their hairy, spindly legs would tickle and cover his skin, skittering across his flesh before they bit down, injecting him with venom.
The results were better than I hoped. Jones was left enough chain to be able to move slightly but not reach any spots on his body. He could move his arms and legs about four inches but that was it. His whole body wiggled as he tried to smack at his flesh. Panicked, he looked like a demented clown dancing for the prince of hell.
I added the next layer and could almost smell the smoke and ash, feel the heat and sizzle as the flesh burned. Every single inch of his skin began to slowly heat up and sweat beaded on his forehead and dripped into the blood on his face. Flames erupted in my mind and I tilted my head back, roaring at the top of my lungs when Jones’ cries of terror and screams of pain reached their peak.
My Reaper fed on that fear, pulling in all the anguish and suffering with it like he was dining on the sweetest and most delectable morsel ever made. He was full to the point of overindulgence and I felt almost drunk off his excess.
This was what I was created for, what I lived for, what I needed. Bishop was right. Nothing else satisfied quite like feeding the beast what he craved.
When I locked eyes with Jones, I could see the terror within as he realized he was going to die. He let out a whimper and then begged for mercy. There was none to give. He never granted any in life when it was within his power and I would offer none now.
“Tell Lucifer I said hello,” I bellowed, balling my fists as I let my Reaper surface and he swiped with the scythe, slicing into the barrier that united flesh and spirit. Jones’ blackened soul was shredded apart as I hacked away, leaving nothing but the pieces that would be gobbled up in hell. A meal fit for a demon king.
The ground split open and he was sucked in, yanked below the surface that was only visible for a few seconds.
Without a word, I turned and rushed up the stairs, in a hurry to reunite with Mimi. Her smile brightened as I entered the room, the sunshine that balanced my light and lit up my whole fucking world.
She was everything.
My lips claimed hers the moment I was close enough, slamming down as I lifted her and we fell down on the bed. Our clothes were hastily tossed aside and only when I slid inside her, did I feel completely free. Cradling her face, my thumb swept across her soft skin.
“I love you, Mimi.”
“You better.”
Our fingers intertwined and I lost myself in her, the moment, and the knowledge that I found my reason to fly just like she did and it was absolutely gonna be my longest ride.
“YOU READY?” I ASKED, smirking when I saw Mimi’s snug t-shirt that stretched across her tits tight enough for me to become hard again and we just went three rounds in the bed.
“Yep.”
“No concern? No regrets?” I pressed, making sure my girl was gonna be okay with what was about to happen.
“I’m good.” She winked and then puffed out her chest. “Remember when you said you liked your flag on everything you own?”
“Yeah, baby.”
“Well, I’m just reminding you that I’m included.”
Goddamn. I was staring at perfection. “Shit. Now I want to feast on your pussy and taste your cum again.”
“So naughty,” she teased, reaching for my hand. “Let’s roll out.”
Someone must have taught her that and it was adorable.
“Before we leave,” I began, “there’s something I need to show you.”
She waved a hand in dismissal. “If it’s about that crazy demon thing inside you then don’t worry.”
Blink. Blink.
“I already saw him at the warehouse and he winked at me.”
What. The. Fuck.
She giggled at my look of surprise. “Yeah. I saw him right before I passed out. He’s vicious looking but sexy.”