I doubted he had willing sexual partners. Hell, maybe he didn’t even have a dick. He said the darkness changed him, so my guess could be spot-on.
Then again, he wanted humans to drown themselves in sin, so why wouldn’t he indulge himself, too?
If he still had a dick, would it look normal? Or was it twisted and corrupted like the rest of him?
And why the Hades was I thinking about it?
I didn’t want to find out.
I supposed it was a blessing he had never once looked at me as a woman—or a sexual being. Instead, he gazed at me like I was the biggest pest he’d ever dealt with.
A gasp tumbled from my lips as he tossed me onto the ground in front of him. Pain shot through my tailbone, and I glared up at him.
Looming like a beast, he leered.
“You are mine, Kara. Or what is it they call you? Kitty?” His fangs hung over his bottom lip as he spoke. “Should I make you make my kitten?”
I kept my expression neutral. I didn’t want him to see how deeply his words repulsed me.
He grabbed my chin, his breath hot as it fanned across my face. “You are mine, Kitten. From now until you are no more.”
“So.” I licked my lips—immediately regretting it the moment his red gaze snapped to the movement. “What do I call you then? Surely, I can’t keep calling you the Devil.”
“It’s a pain,” I added. “And it feels weird to say or think without the word the in front of it.”
His nose, surprisingly normal, wrinkled into what looked like disgust. Then he released my chin as if I’d just infected him with ten different diseases.
I knocked the dirt off my clothes as I stood. Cold air swept over me, creating goosebumps on my skin.
Rows and rows of prison cells filled the surrounding space, stretching out endlessly. As I scanned the area, I saw no exit in any direction.
When I heard the souls crying, I realized where I was.
Inescapable agony and misery filled the air like suffocating smoke. Whatever horror the monster beside me had trapped them in was working.
I had sent plenty of wicked souls here myself, back when Dad allowed me to leave the woods.
I was in Hell.
The Devil’s domain.
Another chill coursed down my spine.
Maybe I was in over my head after all.
I needed to prepare. If he wanted to torture me, I had to endure it. He wouldn’t shake me up.
Didn’t get to, didn’t get to, didn’t get to,I chanted in my head.
“Cold, isn’t it?”
I felt his gaze on me but didn’t look.
“I don’t want the souls to rot while they’re in their mind prisons,” he continued. “But not that many last.”
So, that was how he punished them. Of course. An eternity trapped in whatever each person considered hell.
In a creepier voice than before, he asked, “What are you thinking?”
