Next day

Tuesday was discounted, so I was expecting a large crowd. Instead, there was no one. It was raining heavily just an hour into my shift. The park is promptly closed, and we are ushered out and told to head home safely.

It wasn't just a light brief pouring of rain, but heavy black clouds, swamping the earth, threatening to simply unload even heavier rain as the day goes on.

My roof wasn't in the best condition, so I hurry back to my flat to get the buckets ready for any dripping through the ceiling. My whole attention is on this task, nothing else worries me.

I'm currently drenched because I didn't bother to open the umbrella, instead I had sprinted back home as quickly as I could.

Fumbling for my key, I open the front door and push it in.

What I see inside, is already a total disaster.

I take out my phone and dial emergency services for storm damage.

"It looks like the back of my roof was ripped off in the wind," I explain, "The house is ruined. Number 9, Green Gully Way, the commission flats... yeah, it looks like I'm the only one who needs the help... talk about unlucky," I mumble, cold, wet and feeling helpless.

"I've got all that. Is there family who can stay with, or friends?"

"Yes, of course," I lie, not liking to admit I have nobody, "...how long will it be before I can come back home?"

"If it's roof damage, we can temporarily fix it, but it will be up to you to contact the government to fix the damage. I'd estimate a week, since services in Lorry will be stretched... is there anything else you need?"

"No, thank you," I hang up, sliding my phone back into my pocket.

Call me... if you need anything...

I shake my head and walk into my ruined flat, water in puddles all over the floor. I go to the kitchen draws, I take out the four hundred dollars. New dress, new shoes, fresh haircut.

I would not call him. I would not.

I know I could.

But... that was too easily a trap. I'd work something out on my own.

Holding the money, I pocket it with my own fifty. Four hundred and fifty dollars.

I walk out the front of my flat, open my umbrella and walk to the bus stop.

I was going into the town, to freshen up... somewhere.

I take the bus to the nearest shopping centre, and I hide inside before it starts pouring heavily again.

Walking down the middle of the mall, the more I think about spending Sardonix's money... the more I worry... will he find out and use that to trap me?

I walk off toward the restrooms, hiding in the corridor... I pull out my phone.

Just a question... just one question.

I could text, but this deserved a call.

I call Sardonix.

I put the phone to my ear and I bite my lip. Short and sweet, no need to fluff talk with Lycans since they hated pointless chit-chat.

It almost rings out, and my hand tightens on the phone with every passing chime.

Eventually, Sardonix answers, without a word, he waits for me to talk.

Short and sweet.

"H-hi. I'm in an emergency. I'm calling to ask... can I spend your money, without any repercussion? I'm asking your permission, Sardonix," there, he'd like that. Asking for permission. At first he doesn't answer. It's just a hot heat radiating out of the phone into my ear, "...hello?" I whisper, confused if he actually answered or not.

"You can spend it, but not there."

"Where? There is only one shopping mall in Lorry," I shouldn't have said that. Another round of silence, "Um, you know what? I shouldn't have called you and wasted your time – and you're probably very, very busy... I know better. Please, please, leave me alone," a downright lie, and then I hang up, "Fuck," I say it a little loud, and when I look down to the restroom, a mother and her kids walk by, and she gives me a dirty look for swearing so loud, "...so sorry," I apologise, and go into the restrooms myself.

I just need a new outfit.

Then?

I don't know what then. I had nowhere else to go.

I walk into the shops, looking for something I can wear in the dressing room.

As I'm walking around, with the money in my pocket, I reason I could shoplift... and keep the money.

However... I... can't...

My therapist always said to resist silly urges like that. To sit and breathe. Recalibrate.

It seems to have stopped raining.

I walk outside and I sit on a bench by the parking lot, where people usually smoke.

I sit there with my phone in my hand, considering all my options.

To resist any more urges with Sardonix, I really should return all that money.

He'll be here any moment. Predatory demons were like that. They had a thing about territory – and that included souls they considered their property. Namely, whoever had fixated their attention. God, they were so fucking evil... I know better. I fucking know better.

My small Fate was mine, I would not give it up that easily, at least that's what I tell myself.

A few minutes later, I hear the familiar growl of an engine.

Here they come.

I tap my feet nervously, as only Sardonix's car rolls over a few speed bumps to get here, no rush, because he has seen me waiting by the road openly.

I stay seated until the car pulls up opposite me and I pull the money out of my pocket and I boldly walk up to the window.

He said to prove it. Give the money back and walk away.

That's exactly what I was about to do.

Holding the cash out to the window, instead of the window rolling down, the entire door unlocks and swings out toward me.

I take a small step back. I'm too close.

Still holding out the money in a trembling hand, Sardonix stands up, a fucking giant of a man, he turns to me, swallowing up my vision.

I don't give in, I keep holding out the money. My eyes have floated down to his crotch, unable to look into his harsh eyes. He was too large to take in.

"Tell me what happened," Sardonix growls over me, "Or you don't want to talk?" that is a bit of a reprimanding snarl, for staring down there. I look to his feet instead, more respectfully.

"My home is too damaged to live in for a week, the roof came off, I'm homeless... but I don't want your full attention, you know, like, sex and... that stuff, but I may need your help," I now look up straight into his crimson eyes, "I have nothing and no one. You said to call if I need anything," I had to fucking fail.

Oh, fuck me.

I had never been able to lie well for too long.

Now the truth was out.

Sardonix reaches out a hand toward me, somewhat slow, somewhat fast, but still leaving an opportunity for me to back away. I flinch a little, but I don't move when his large hand clasps my elbow.

"Please don't hurt me," I add, quickly, holding his eye, "Please."

Sardonix's eyes are hooded as he takes his hand off my elbow.

"Last chance," he whispers.

To run.

For my fucking life.

My feet have a mind of their own, they're planted firmly on the ground and they're not moving, even though my head screams at me otherwise.

Sardonix opens the door a little wider, so I can peer in and see who is in the back. Three of his pack are sitting there in human form, in priest outfits, just like him.

I interrupted something, for sure. He dropped everything to come for me.

However, it's very clear to me there is no room for me in this car, as I shuffle forward a bit to smell that delicious air. Sweet demons.

My heart races a little as Sardonix steps past me and sits back down, legs spread. He inches the car seat back a bit more.

I'm already shuffling forward, trying to work out how to position myself.

"...on your lap?" I ask, husky and dry, my throat is so dry all of a sudden. I need water.

Sardonix holds out his arm and open hand, "Don't worry, it's just a week, I'll house you," he reassures me, and I nod now, a bit more comfortable and confident.

I step into the car and spin around so my ass will land on his lap. I try to do it as gently and submissively as possible. I sit across his thighs, he slams the door shut – and then his hand touches my shoulder... only to shove me down, off his lap and onto the floor. Now I am abruptly between his legs and the glove box. I barely squeeze in, but he forced me down here.

I'm staring at his crotch, eye level with it.

I'm boxed in with the smell of Lycan balls. I stare up at him, and he's a fair way up, staring down his nose at me as he lights another cigar.

A Priest of Hell.

I guess I'd have to just hold my breath the entire drive and try to avoid his pheromones through sheer forced mental delusion for the next ten minutes.... a forced delusion that I was fine.

I try facing his knee and the door.

The driver takes off, and I purse my lips as I feel his eyes on me, including three of his pack, quietly observing.

"What does 'Pray in Hell' mean anyway?" I ask, a small murmur.

"...so you did read the signs," Sardonix responds, civil enough.

"Women need God, not the Devil... not his demons," I shake my head.

"You saw the Jesus stickers? You probably did it," Sardonix teases, lightly, as if I would.

I smile a little to myself, feeling cheeky, "I did."

Uh – I just... I was actually dumb.

Total silence. Only the sound of the car driving fast.

Smoke blows all over my face, and I try not to breathe it in, averting my face once again.

"...you did what, Cleo?"

Sardonix's question is so mild and quiet.

Which means he's really fucking mad.

I look down at his leg and black shoes, anywhere than up at him.

He asks me again.

"Are you really the vandal who went around town, damaging our signs – so that no female would show to our church? We've had no calls... so we have full balls... tiny whore," he snarls it quietly, he knows I'm not going to answer that.

"That's not my problem," but I answer anyway, daring to meet his blood moon eyes, still so high above mine. Sardonix seems to 'relax' back into his seat.

"I'm not angry, just intrigued, you're a very possessive fairy, aren't you?" Sardonix asks me, "My father said you're unwise in the big bad world. But very obedient to our needs. Captivated by us. Now I see you resisting. Fighting. Hm. Can you explain yourself? You're inviting punishment –"

"I will never fuck a Lycan again," I tell him, "...I know better."

Sardonix reaches out a hand to my chin. I can't back away, trapped between his knees, so he chooses to be very gentle.

His fingers lightly tickle under my chin and raise my head up so I can't keep looking away from him.

"Do I look like a Lycan?" he asks, low and demonic, losing his human edge, "...right now?" and that's a warning.

I blink.

It's a rhetorical question.

I did not need to answer it.

"No, you don't," I murmur.

Sardonix's thumb lightly touches my bottom lip, and I open my mouth immediately by accident.

That thumb slides in, over my teeth, over my tongue, holding my chin, letting me suck the salt off it.

Instead of sucking his thumb, my tongue rolls under it, side to side, back and forth. He pushes it a little deeper, since I'm not biting.

"Now imagine for me," Sardonix leans down to me, showing his sharp canines, "A Lycan cock forcing it's way down your neck, cutting off your breath, pumping loads of demon seed into your tiny whore stomach... you throw it up, there's so much coming... but what keeps happening?" his thumb goes a little deeper again, pressing down on my tongue, "The throat fucking doesn't stop."

It. Was. Just. Dirty. Talk.

I pull back so hard I bang my head on the glove box, but I free my mouth of his thumb.

I look down again, and he wipes the wet strands of hair off my face. Rain or sweat, it could be either.

"Lycan cocks don't fit," I tell him, without looking at him, "In my mouth."

"...you'll choke," Sardonix pinches my nose playfully for a second, "...but I'll make it fit."

"Too bad I'm never fucking a Lycan again," I remind him, "This talk is fun. But... no. My answer is still no. I'm not opening my legs."

Now I rest my chin on the seat, closer to his crotch, as my eyes roll up at him, challenging him.

"I was talking about your tiny mouth," Sardonix growls.

"I won't let you fuck my mouth," I growl back at him playfully.

Sardonix smokes his cigar.

He considers his words very carefully.

I can tell, he's never met resistance from a female before.

"A kiss," Sardonix asks, civil enough.

Oh! My heart jumps.

Mm...I... I loved kissing.

I bite my lip.

And I nod quickly.

Sardonix grabs my neck and drags me up and back onto his lap.

My hands are on his chest, his hand is still around my throat, squeezing as he hovers his mouth over mine.

Then he releases me.

I gasp in a breath, and then I close my eyes and I press my mouth to his.

I rest my hands on his shoulders, hauling myself up to get closer.

Sardonix's hands grab my ass and knead me.

I breathe him in and my eyes flutter open.

He hasn't kissed me back.

I've kissed him.

He hasn't even started.

Sardonix pulls my ass down over his crotch, holding me down so I'm straddling him, and he brings one hand up to cup the back of my head.

He sees me panting, and he's slowly wrapping my long black hair around his fist. Pulling it taut, my head is then pulled back and my neck is arched.

Sardonix doesn't kiss my neck, but lightly scraps his sharp canines over it, almost breaking the skin.

He could rip my fucking head off.

He's teaching me a lesson in power.

My life was in his hands.

He scrapes his canines a bit harder, biting until the skin does scrape off a little and I yelp out in fright.

Sardonix releases my hair, cups the back of my head and finally brings his mouth up to my nervous one. His lips are leading, and I'm just panting through my anxiety induced seduction. But he's also hellish and fucking delicious. I'm trying so hard not to think further. Beyond this.

Sardonix's mouth is hard on mine, his tongue boldly slides into my mouth.

Our saliva is shared, and he keeps our tongue intertwined until I lose my breath.

He releases me completely from his hold, because now I'm grinding my hips over his.

I'm pushing my front into his torso, my hands searching over his abs, feeling how hard he is.

"F-fuck me," I whimper it, biting my lip, "You should punish me for being a naughty, bad whore, please, Sardonix, please hurt me, please, please, please – " I beg him until I'm breathless and light headed. I might faint.

He's just smiling down at me. Broken.

He has the kind of intent I know I need to stay the hell away from.

Focus, fairy. I tell myself.

I stop grinding and moving against him like a damn worm.

What did I just say to him?

I hide my face in his torso, embarrassed and humiliated. I was so weak.

Sardonix says nothing.

He feels my heavy breathing, and my fight coming back as I try to fix my broken mind.

He doesn't need to say words.

Sardonix's hands move.

Under the edges of my top, he rolls it up and my arms lift as he takes it off.

Sardonix snaps off my bra and rips it to the side, throwing it in the back.

The whole time I'm looking down. His dick is so fucking hard in his pants.

I cross my arms over my chest, as his hands jerk my hips up, and he gets a better look at the zip on my drenched jeans.

No problem. He pops off the top button and zips it down, lifting up my ass further, he pulls the jeans down with my panties at the same time.

Down to my knees, he suddenly stops.

I can't move, tangled up.

I glance at his blood moon eyes briefly, or I try to, but he boldly reaches into bite my nipple, making me rip my hands into his hair in protest, as he jerks off my jeans, taking off my shoes in the process.

Now naked and on his lap, Sardonix releases my tit and kisses the bruise, lightly bitting the other before rubbing his hands over my back... up... to my shoulders.

Once again, Sardonix pushes me back onto the floor, between his legs.

He goes back to smoking his cigar.

He ignores me.

Instead he talks to the pack, "Clypto. Call off the meeting, no bitch is going to show anyway. Tonight, I'm taking this one to hell. Don't worry, tiny, for the day," he reassures me, abruptly looking down at me, "We'll fuck face to face."

That?

Was a joke.

"...a-and then what happens at night?" I whisper, too curious.

Sardonix just narrows his eyes, takes a puff of his cigar and lightly shakes his head at me.

He looks sad, almost.

I get an awful dread in my stomach.

Yeah. He wants to fuck me. But Lycans fucked all the time, it wouldn't be soul bonding to him.

And the mention of hell sounded very, very serious.

And that was very, very bad.

The dread spreads through my stomach to every organ, every nerve, every capillary in blood squeezes in knowing horror is coming, making me dread the day ahead.

I think... he must be planning to kill me.