“Well, from my understanding, your little demon pet got ahold of them,” then, with a small pinch in my neck, everything goes dark.
My Fucking Head
Bel
I wake up with the worst headache I’ve ever had. I slowly blink my sandpaper eyelids to adjust to the bright light shining in through the windows. How much did I drink last night?
“Oh, good. You’re awake.” I look to my left where the voice came from and see officer Taylor, sitting ramrod straight on the couch. I finally piece together the events from last night, him showing up and then me blacking out. He mentioned Caspian, then knocked me out. He’s one of them… The.. the sanctimonious…fuck, I can’t remember their stupid name.
“You drugged me.” I say aloud finally, hoping that’s the worst of what he did while I was unconscious.
“I did. It was… a necessary evil, I’m afraid,” he responds, “The flesh eater was supposed to be here when I arrived- as he is most nights I’m told- so I could take care of this quickly and quietly.” Well, if his disgust is any indication, he hasnointerest in touching me or my apparently filthy body. Small victories, I guess.
“A necessary evil?You. Fucking. Drugged Me!” I scream, trying my damnedest to direct it towards him, even though I’m bound with my arms behind my back and my legs tied to the legs of a dining room chair.
“I will ask you again to refrain from using such language,” he says, “I truly did not want to do things this way. However, to hear that not only are you harboring the demon, but in fact, you’ve been seduced by him… it makes things unpleasant.”
Seduced?He thinks I’m just some dumbass the demon tricked into fucking him. I roll my eyes, hoping the holier-than-thou child playing cop doesn’t see it.
“Fuck you, dude,” I mutter. He stands and storms toward me before stopping himself. Maybe I shouldn’t poke this particular bear, seeing how I’m restrained and he seems very sure that he’s doing the right thing here. He also seems like he’s seconds away from snapping and I have no desire to be the target of his aggression.
With his fists and teeth clenched, he asks, “Where is the demon, Belissenda?”
I shrug, noticing he’s saiddemontwice now and has no clue that there are in fact two of them. I don’t think he could take on Caspian alone, much less with Fritz there to help. I’m keeping my fucking mouth shut about that, not telling this little asshole anything.
“Vacation,” I utter one word, hoping it signifies the extent of my cooperation.
“When will it return?” he continues and I shrug again, telling him I don’t know. “When. Will it.Return?” he repeats through clenched teeth.
“I. Don’t. Fucking.Know.” I mimic his cadence. Before I can take a breath in, his fist smashes against my cheek and I cry out in pain.
I’ve never been punched before.
That shitsucks.
“I do not enjoy doing this. You could have told me what I needed and made this simple,” he comments, “I’ve heard that demon apologists exist, but I never believed someone could let a demon… defile them as you have.”
Rather than try to think or talk through whatever monologue he’s gearing up for, I focus on my breathing and think of happier times, as I’ve learned to do whenever reality becomes too much. Cas and Fritz dancing with me, my spa day with Fritz, all the simple, quiet dinners between me and Cas. I hardly hear what the not-cop is saying until he mentions the compass.
“I’m sorry, what?” I ask him to repeat. Maybe if I use manners, he’ll go easy on me. Though somehow I doubt it. I think this dickhead has been looking for any reason to beat the hell out of someone. His red face just screams repressed rage.
“Isaid, tell me where the compass is,” he gestures around the apartment, “I searched every corner while you were out and it’s nowhere to be found.”
“That thing? I haven’t got a clue. Caspian probably took-” he punches me square on the nose, causing it to immediately start pissing blood.
“Do not utter thatmonster’sname. It is filth, a creature of nightmares, and you will not use its chosen name amongst the Sanctus Sculitis.” He seethes down at me, and I’m nearly choking on the blood running into my mouth with no way to stem the flow. He shouts in frustration, “Look at what you’ve caused! I didn’t come here to hurt you, yet now look at you.”
“Please,” I choke out, “I don’t know anything. He just left, didn’t say where or what he was doing. You can check my phone if you don’t believe me.” I try to nod towards my bag on the table where my phone should still be.
He walks over and grabs it, bringing it back to unlock it with my face. He grips me by the nape of my neck to hold my head in the frame, definitely leaving fingerprint-shaped bruises. After three unsuccessful tries due to the bruising and blood splatters, he orders, “What’s the passcode?”
“Two, eight, six, eight.”Just like you, bitch.
After a few tense moments of him scrolling, muttering to himself, and tap, tap, tapping away, he tosses my phone aside. I get the feeling he’s seconds away from ripping his hair out of his head.
He pulls out a knife and points it at me, seething before he starts to pace back and forth, muttering, “It’s not supposed to go like this. I haveGodon my side, this is supposed to beeasy.” I don’t think this is actually supposed to be a two-sided conversation so I don’t add anything.
He brings the knife closer to me, pointing it at my face in his fury and I fail to hold in a whimper. I’ll admit it, I’m fucking terrified. Cas and Fritz are going to find me here like this, sliced up like some piece of trash. They’re going to be devastated.
