Page 52 of The Devil Within

“I want my mom,” I manage to croak out. My vocal chords feel rough.

“I’m right here baby.” She goes to grab my hand but I pull it back.

“No. Not you. I want my real mom.” I know I’m begging but I don’t care at this point. I feel lost and scared, and I just want someone around who actually gives even a slice of a shit about me. “Please.”

“Oh, Luke.” She actually has it in her to look remorseful as she breaks my heart. “We couldn’t reach her. Her phone’s been disconnected. Someone went by her place to find her, it looks like she left.”

What the fuck?

“What do you mean left?” My voice is rising and I know I shouldn’t yell at her, but I don’t really care right now.

“Well, Luke, you see—”

Before she can finish, the door swings open and my foster father, Steve, rushes in with a woman in a uniform and another in a lab coat. I assume he’s brought a nurse and doctor with him.

“Oh, good, you’re awake. You gave us quite a scare young man,” the woman who I assume is the doctor says to me while the nurse starts to poke and prod me, occasionally giving me some directions as to how I can assist her assessment of me.

When I don’t respond, the doctor turns to address my foster parents. My foster father has his arm wrapped around his wife’s shoulders, holding her against him. They both are doing a really good job of appearing like the sweet and caring couple that theymost definitely are not.

“We can’t really say for sure what the long term effects of such a severe concussion will be. Luke may be back to normal in a week or two. However, recent evidence suggests that severe concussions, such as the one your son suffered, can have long term effects, most noticeably on personality.”

I almost interject to correct her—I’m not their son. Not really. But I don’t interrupt, I don’t even speak. This seems important, plus movement by the door to my hospital room has caught my eye. Someone moves from the hallway to stand in the frame of the door, peering in at me with intensity.

“There are some reports of severe concussions leading to personality changes characterized by a lack of emotional regulation and outbursts of sudden anger. Some report aggression and violent tendencies as a result of severe concussions…”

The doctor continues to drone on and on about what a volatile and violent dick I’m going to become, but I don’t hear him. I’m too consumed with the man in the doorway. My foster brother, Will, stands there staring at me with an amused sneer on his face.

Brody and his croons have no idea what they’ve done. There’s no way I’m leaving this hospital andnotgoing back to my foster home. They’ll most likely have me on bed rest. I’ll be completely vulnerable, a sitting duck for whatever depravity Will decides to inflict upon me. My bullies went too far this time. They didn’t just beat me and degrade me. They didn’t just leave me bedridden in the hospital. No, Brody and his pals just gave me a one way ticket back to my own personal Hell.

They will pay for this. Maybe not today or tomorrow, but every single moment of pain Will inflicts upon me I intend to tally up. And one day, I’ll make sure that Brody and his friends are on the receiving end of that same pain. After all, the Devil wasn’t alwaysbad, he was an angel, corrupted and reborn in the fiery pits of Hell to become a monster.

TWENTY-NINE

Luke

MONSTERS by SkyDxddy

Present Day

Iwake up with a sudden jolt. Sweat covers my body and I can barely manage to suck in a full breath. My vision is fuzzy. I can make out some light and shadows but not much else. The nightmare always leaves me waking up in a panic. Reliving some of the worst moments of my past is the curse of sleep. I try to stay busy and keep myself as exhausted as possible so that when I fall into unconsciousness, it’s filled with glorious, empty nothingness. The nights when I dream, remembering and reliving the past, have become fewer since my girls came into my life. Keeping a captive, while also stalking her best friend, has apparently kept the demons hidden safely away in the recessesof my mind. Until tonight, that is.

Suddenly everything comes rushing back to me. Liv, Will, the casino, the drugged drink, passing out. What the actual fuck was she thinking? Did my sweet little siren really lure me back to my own place just to drug me? Why? She called me her demon, maybe she knows…

And then it registers that I’ve been woken by something—no, someone—sucking and licking my cock. Their smooth tongue glides along my shaft, swirling the tip. I groan in pleasure as they bob back down, taking me deep into their throat.Fuck, I’m hard as a fucking rock. How long have they been sucking me off? They gag as they try to take my cock deeper, the sound causing my dick to twitch and my balls to tighten. They feel so fucking good. I try to bring my hand up to hold their head in place but I can’t lift my arms. Rough rope digs into the skin of my wrists, holding me firmly in place.

What the fuck?

The mouth pops off my cock before a sweet sing-song voice whispers in my ear, “Morning demon boy, I thought that’d wake you up.”

Liv.

I try to get my eyes to focus but my head is still spinning. My mouth is dry and feels like it’s full of cotton. I try my best to swallow but my breath gets caught in my diaphragm as soft, warm fingers grip my throbbing length. She strokes up and down my shaft, twisting at the crown to create the most intensely pleasurable sensation.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, Luke.” Her voice is sweet but I sense something sinister going on. Call me crazy, but women generally don’t drug you and tie you to a chair for a romantic date. “You’re going to answer my questions. No more bullshit.”

A sharp snap drags my focus forward. I will my eyes to focus. It’s still blurry but I can make out her hot pink hair. She’sdefinitely setting something up.

“This will be cold, but don’t worry, it’s just the antiseptic wipe,” she says as her hand wraps around my hard shaft again.

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