Page 9 of Demon's Prey
He crawled on all fours to the bedroom. Within it, sat a cage for a dainty animal—a bird by Kurse’s assumption. He licked his lips and pounced toward it.
“NO!” Faith emerged from out of nowhere and grabbed the cage from his grasp. He had nearly reached the creature and had it between his paws when he noticed the look on Faith’s face—sheer terror.
He let go of the cage and stepped back. The bird was chattering and fluttering all about, clearly disturbed by this turn of events.
“This is my pet, Kurse. He isn’t to eat,” Faith said while placing the cage down on the floor behind her.
Kurse frowned, stroking his fangs, “Pet?” He said.
“We keep animals for fun, take care of them for a hobby.”
Kurse’s eyes lit up. He thought of Flappy. Yes, Flappy must be his pet!
Faith once again grabbed his claw, which made Kurse’s heart shudder. She pulled him back into the living room and ordered him to stay.
“I’ll bring you dinner. We don’t eat our pets here.”
Kurse nodded. He hoped that he hadn’t managed to offend Faith once again.
He sniffed around the room while Faith made some noise in the kitchen. He noted many sweet and sour things, most of which he wasn’t sure were actually coming from her apartment. Some delighted him, while others made him feel sick.
Faith returned with something square shaped in her hand. She held it out over her head.
“I think I’ve got something here for you—”
Before she could finish her sentence, Kurse jumped forward and ripped the box out of her hand. His sharp teeth just missed the tip of her fingers. He began gnawing at it at a ravenous pace, tasting only paper and icicles.
The flavor made him want to gag, so he leaned back and spat it out through the hole in the window. If that was human food, they were truly suffering there on earth!
Faith was standing with her arms folded.
She spoke sternly, “I was going to warm that up for you.”
Kurse rolled his tongue around his gums. No wonder it was so disgusting.
Faith rolled her eyes and threw her hands up in the air while exclaiming, “Fine, let’s just go out! I probably don’t have enough food for you anyway.”
That time, Faith forced Kurse into the elevator. He once again had to bend over, his neck tilted to the side with his shoulders hitting the ceiling. They climbed into her car, and he once again bent himself into a pretzel.
Kurse was thankful when they arrived at their destination. It had bright pink and yellow neon lights that reminded him of Jerry’s. He nearly kicked the door off its hinges but decided not to—he had destroyed enough items that day that his fated mate owned.
Instead, he climbed out with extreme caution. He noticed Faith watching him and pulled his loincloth to cover up his cock and buttocks.
She grinned sly, “Let’s see how many indecency laws we can break in one night, shall we?”
Kurse frowned, but Faith had begun walking away. He followed her into the building. His head almost struck a sign. Nothing was built for someone his size in New York City.
“Table for two, please,” Faith asked the hostess. The hostess stared unblinking, finger hovering in the air over the iPad. Kurse used this chance to attempt a smile, but he felt drool dripping from below his lips.
Faith stepped in front of Kurse like it would make any difference. “Yes, for the two of us, please.”
The hostess swallowed hard. “Okay, for two. Do you want a booth?”
Faith nodded.
Faith began walking through a sea of seated people. Every single one stared at Kurse, a few gasping and some vehemently protesting. Kurse could barely fit behind the booth, his giant round stomach straining against the table.
The hostess returned with the menus. She placed them down and fled away fast.
