Page 90 of Demons & Damnation

Chapter 37

When she turned to Tony, Kyla knew she’d lose all restraint. Even if she tried her best to hold herself back, she knew it wouldn’t happen. The man had caused her far too much pain and suffering for her to not release it all.

She stood in front of him and folded her arms over her chest as she cocked her head to one side. Letting a slow, sinister smile spread over her lips, she stared at him in silence, watching with nothing but pleasure as his eyes filled with fear.

“I’m treating this like a spot squeezing exercise,” she said. “You know? Where you need to get all the pus out before the hole can heal and disappear.”

Tony didn’t make a noise, he didn’t even blink, he just stared back at her, blank and impassive.

“You understand that you’re my pus, right?” She laughed and waved a hand through the air. “Of course you do. You’re not that dumb. But then again...” She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth “...look at what you did, thinking karma wouldn’t come back to get you.”

Kyla lifted both of her hands and rotated her wrists, imagining in her mind at the same time exactly what she wanted. The vines holding Tony moved with fluid ease, tilting him onto his back. Moving her hands apart from one another, the vines spread-eagled Tony’s legs.

Seconds later, the stench of ammonia filled the air as a dark patch grew on Tony’s jeans.

As urine dripped down onto the floor, Kyla sighed and rolled her eyes. “You really are one pathetic man, Tony. What I ever saw in you is beyond me. And what on earth she ever saw in you to warrant the mess we’re now in is something I will never understand.”

Lifting her right hand, Kyla clicked her thumb and index finger together, smiling as a bright orange flame sprang to life. Carefully placing it on the edge of Tony’s right trouser leg, she took a deep breath and blew on the flame. Just as she wanted, the flame shot up the inside of Tony’s leg, burning away at the seam.

Hearing strangled noises now coming from Tony sounded like nothing but music to her ears. As the flame reached his damp crotch, it faltered, making Kyla frown. She walked between his legs, the apex of his thighs at her eye level, and lifted her right hand, facing the palm towards him.

Seconds later, a ball of fire streamed from her hand, blasting his clothes with such intense heat, it dried the dampness in a matter of seconds.

Tony squealed, his whole body rocking and tensing as he tried to fight the vines holding him. The small flame she’d set along the inside seam carried on round, making its way back down his left leg. With his jeans burned open and flailing like a pair of unzipped chaps, Kyla focused her thoughts on what was to come next.

“You wait there,” she said, patting Tony’s calf. “I’ll be right back.”

As she turned to leave, a thought suddenly crossed her mind. The flame that had taken care of his jeans had extinguished, leaving only a red mark on his skin. Reigniting it, she set it back on its path, like a train track, pushing it along the imprint it had already made once.

Tony groaned and fought the vines as the flame bit at his skin, the rancid smell of burning flesh quickly filling the air.

Kyla smiled to herself and headed upstairs, looking for one thing and one thing only.

The house itself was quite nice, new, modern, simplistic decoration in each room. With four bedrooms upstairs, the girls had a room each, painted in pastel pinks and purples. Pictures of unicorns were dotted around, several shelves on the walls holding dozens of adorable fluffy animals. They each had a double bed with matching double wardrobes and a set of drawers. TV on the wall complete with a games console underneath, the girls had led a privileged life so far.

Kyla had had nothing but a mattress on the floor until she turned ten. Bitterness and jealousy clashed together inside her, sparking her rage with a newfound wave. Perhaps if she’d been spoiled to this extent, she would be a completely different person to who she was today.

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