Page 62 of I Accidentally Summoned a Demon Boyfriend

“Ray? Ray? Are you okay?” Keri nudged my shoulder.

Her voice registered first, then the touch of her hand, then the pain in my leg. The car was upside down. I was on the ceiling. Keri was hanging from her seat, still strapped in.

“Ow!” I groaned. “Son of a bitch.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m alive. Does that count?”

“We have to get out of here.” She pulled at her seatbelt. “I’m stuck. Can you reach my bag? I have a knife.”

I tried to reach for the bag in the back of the car by the rear window, but unfortunately, my leg wasn’t the only thing broken. The moment I moved my arm, the pain shot up into my shoulder. I looked down to see the bone sticking out the side of my arm.

“Fuck!” The hyperventilating started immediately.

“Ray,” Keri spoke calmly. “Breathe. You’re going to be okay. I know it hurts, but we have to get out of here.”

“Keri, I’m so sorry.” Tears ran down my face. “I shouldn’t have come to you. I shouldn’t have pulled you into this.”

“Not the time, Ray,” Keri said. “Breathe. You need to get the knife.”

“You’re right, okay.” I took a deep breath, and with my good leg, scooted myself across the ceiling of the car. It was a slow and painful process, but I made it.

Just as I touched the bag and slid it to Keri, we heard it: sharp talons crunching against the ground. Our time was up. Keri hurried to get the knife out of her bag and worked on the seatbelt. She dropped to the ceiling when I caught the first glimpse of the monster outside.

“Dammit,” Keri said, scooting toward me. She pulled Poppiana out of her bag. “Let’s hope this works just as well on their asses.”

We would have exactly six seconds to find out, because one of the things took that moment to rip the car in half. I watched as the bottom half of my car went flying and flinched at the ground shaking crash that rang out when it landed.

The snow fell in our faces as one beast became three. Two others stepped into view beside the original, and they were just as terrifying. Their heavy growls were echoed by their clawed fists pounding against the ground, like they were cheering for their own success. Whoever sent them would be proud.

And then my bold bestie started firing. Shots rang out and bullets bounced off their targets, but only one landed in the eye of the demonic creature, who fell over. If only she could do that exact thing two more times. She aimed the gun at the next one, but it was too late. In defense of its falling creature, it backhanded my friend, and her limp body went sliding across the snow-covered grass.

“Keri! No!” I called out, but there was nothing I could do.

Yelling pulled their attention back to me, and I could only hope that would save my friend’s life. The monsters surrounded me, growling and making a yipping sound that hurt my ears. I covered my ears but screamed out when the damn thing clawed my legs. Its grip wrapped around both my legs and crushed my already shattered bones.

I screamed, more from the pain than the fear, as the familiar tension of the shift wrapped around me. Everything went fuzzy, this time lasting longer than it had before. But when my vision cleared and I regained consciousness, I knew without a doubt that I was back in hell.

15

First Death

Pain coursed through my body like lightning strikes. Unrelenting pulses of red-hot fire threatened to knock me back out. I gritted my teeth, refusing to pass out. Instead, I sat with my back against the rigid wall and stared through the prison bars at the demon mutts who’d dragged me back to hell. They were smaller, tamer, and looked like puppies.

It was all a show, though, because every time I moved or even breathed too hard, they would turn on me. Their bodies expanded and contracted in a matter of seconds. The first few times, it terrified me, but with the pain and blood loss, their threatening show was more annoying than anything.

For the first few hours, I was alone with the dogs. Or at least, it felt like hours. Then, a group of demons entered the room, and I froze, expecting them to acknowledge my presence and threaten me. Instead, they acted as if I didn’t exist, and it made me feel like I was losing my mind. Still, I wasn’t dumb enough to open my mouth and call attention to myself. Instead, I watched them and wished they were speaking in a language I knew.

There were five, three female and two male, and I could only tell that not by their faces or distinctive voices, but by their bodies. They seemed overly pronounced. The females’ breasts were the size of basketballs, and the males’ dicks hung carefree like elephant trunks between their legs.

Their guttural clicks and deep foreign words turned from conversational to seductive. Soon, the air filled with musk as these demons became aroused, and I sat there, wondering how they could get hot and bothered while I lay bloodied and dying just a few feet away.

I averted my eyes, staring at the pool of my blood on the stone floor. I was not about to sit there and watch demons fuck. That would not be the last thing I saw before I died.

The heavy door opened again. I could hear it, but I couldn’t see anything beyond the fuzzy edges of my vision. Just eight bulky metal bars separated me from a room furnished with six large sofas in different colors and fabrics, what looked like a bar stocked with drinks, and no visible windows, though there was the soft glow of moonlight coming from somewhere. There was a painting on the wall, a figure I couldn’t get my eyes to focus on long enough to decipher.

More voices flooded the room, and then there was one I knew. A female—no, a petty and jealous ass bitch. Olian.

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