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With a raw laugh of my own, I stepped into my shower and pulled the curtain, turning the water onto blistering hot.

Tilting my head back, I let out a little moan when I positioned myself against the stream, washing away the blood and demon seed from between my legs.

Chapter 6: The Descent of the Soul

The next fewweeks became a relentless cycle—my own version of hell on earth as each kill made me more numb than the last. Each night, bringing on nightmares that would end with me under Belraxas’ dominance as he fucked me and forced me to watch him skin souls, tearing their limbs and eating them over me. It wasn’t the torture that aggravated me, but the simple fact that he refused to let me play—forcing me to simply watch as he drove me mad with both pleasure and frustration all at once.

Each soul he tortured and decimated…regenerated only to have him do it all over again. It threw me into a haze of both bloodlust and carnal desperation.

Every night I was left bereft with his absence, only the echoes of his laughter haunting me as my inhumanity continued to grow.

I wasn’t stupid enough to believe that it was all coincidental. The demon was conditioning me, forcing me into a headspace that once only took up a fraction of my life…now consuming me alive like maggots against necrotic flesh.

My family began to question where I was going. They saw me growing distant, my mind always lost in the next kill. Their worried looks used to depress me but now they simply heightened the fact of why I should distance myself further from their humanity.

Balraxas. Balraxas.

My voice chanted his name in my mind though I knew it wasn’t me. It was the little demon sprites that followed him, chittering chattering like minions. Everytime he took me to the underworld, they began to appear, watching us as we indulged in our depravity and bathed in the blood of tortured souls.

A few of them would coo my name when Balraxas would fill me with his despicable seed—something I began to suspect made my body crave his.

I let out a raw laugh as I walked along the street, startling a nearby pedestrian.

The jokes on him, because tonight, I planned to fix this little problem that arose.

Whistlers Bar was located in the heart of a dilapidated city, known to be full of riff raff and men you didn’t want your mother to know about. It was the perfect place to find what I wanted…no, what I needed.

Belraxas’ touch always left behind an evil grime on my skin. No amount of scouring with nails and blistering hot water could make it go away. He probably knew that fact and relished in it, marking his territory in his own way. I didn’t notice it until some of the men in my neighborhood began giving me a wide berth when I would walk by. As if they could see the haze of the underworld pulsing from my skin like an aura.

At first it annoyed me. But I soon came to not care since men disgusted me on a good day.

But here at Whistlers, all the men leered openly as I clicked my heels toward the most virile looking male at the bar.

“You,” I pointed with hooded eyes. “You’re coming with me.”

I crooked my finger and the other men and the bar hooped and hollered, cat calling me, asking to be next in line.

I ignored them all, my mind focused on one thing and one thing only. We drove back to my place and by the time he parked his car and exited the driver side door, I could already see the tent in his pants.

Good.

A smart woman wouldn’t let a stranger know where she lived. A smart woman would have probably taken a one night stand to a seedy motel.

A smart woman wouldn’t be a black widow, lurking in the shadows, waiting for her next lover—or her next victim.

We ripped each other’s clothes off the moment we crossed the threshold of my front door. The stranger’s eyes dilated with lust and hunger as I shoved him onto my bed and climbed on, grabbing his dick with intent. I had never heard a man shout the way he did as I swallowed him down to the back of my throat, trying to milk him with my mouth before impaling his hard cock between my legs.

I rode him hard and fast, frustrated it wasn’t doing it for me despite his impressive size and girth. The stranger gripped my hips with strong hands, lost in his own pleasure as he hissed and groaned every time we slammed into each other.

“That’s it, baby. You feel so fucking good. Do you like my big cock, baby?” he growled. “Ride me. Use me.”

I slapped his face and he stared at me stunned.

I didn’t want to hear him talk. I needed him to get me off!

With my own growl, I pulled out and pushed his shoulders back, climbing up until my pussy was in his face.

“Eat me. Now,” I commanded, grinding myself against his face until he began to massage my ass, doing as I bade.

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