“You reek, you disgust me! You always were such a disappointment. What does Lucifer even see in you?” he sneers. I’m not sure what his angle is… that he will goad me into finally ending his pathetic existence, perhaps?
As I always do, I start with his fingers. I grab a pair of pliers and sit down on my rolling chair as I grip his middle finger, breaking the digit at the knuckle. He shouts and grimaces; the noises are comforting to me.
Is a finger a good courting gift?No, probably not.
Flowers?No, that’s too pedestrian for a hellion like Mara.
A weapon?Yes, only the finest will do.
I stand suddenly, kicking his desecrated finger to the other side of the room and putting the pliers down. I look around and wonder if I should put him in a new cell. This one seems far too nice. Not enough mold on the ceiling. The amount of blood and body fluids is a nice touch, but he needs to struggle to breathe.
“Like I said, weak. Finish what you started!” my father yells at me. I simply shake my head, slapping him hard across the face.
I have far more important things to do than torture a pathetic fae.
Chapter7
Toth’s portal is not as soft as it was the other day when he took me to the Black Lake.
“What the fuck were you thinking?” he asks me as he pushes me against the wall. His hand wraps tightly around my throat as the back of my head bounces against the wall.
“Which part, not wanting to be here with you? Or seeing what Hell has to offer?”
“You never should have gone to the pit by yourself. It’s fucking reckless. What if something happened to you?”
A grin takes over my face. “Awww, are you worried about me, Toth?” I tease, wrapping my hands around his wrists. “That’s really sweet for an ancient demon; it really makes a girl feel special.”
His hand leaves my throat like I burned him, and I sigh in frustration. Elvor is simple. I barely spoke to him, and he realized how amazing I am. His eagerness to court me was absolutely charming.
He didn’t seem keen on sharing, but I’ll open his eyes to the wonders that enjoying more than one person can bring. Not that I’ve experienced it before, I just know it’s going to be awesome.
Plus, I needed to be upfront with Elvor, seeing as I have devious plans to make Toth mine. I haven’t even seen all the other demons in Hell that might be at my disposal. How am I supposed to agree to monogamy when I don’t know all my options?
“You promised your father that you wouldn’t leave the manor.”
“I also promised myself that I was going to have the most fun possible in my new body, and I can’t do that cooped up in this mansion.”
He does the cute little thing when he’s annoyed with me, where he pinches the bridge of his nose and breathes in deeply.
“Things in Hell aren’t stable right now. You can’t just go roaming around without an escort.”
My anger sizzles, and I push against his chest—hard—forcing his body back against the wall.
“Technically, Elvor was my escort around the pits. He showed me so much,” I argue angrily. “Do you want to see? Hm?” I taunt him, and he shoves me back.
“Just go to your fucking room,” he tells me, his anger fueling him, just as it is me.
“Of course, we wouldn’t want the Devil to come back and be upset at his little bitch for failing him,” I spit out. His hand flies out, coming back around my throat, and he presses me hard against the wall. His face is so close to mine that just another inch, and we’d be kissing.
“I’m no one’s bitch,” he snarls at me, and I smile, provoking him even further.
“Could have fooled me. Such a good little servant for your lord, aren’t you?”
He squeezes my throat tighter, and his deep brown eyes sear into mine. He looks like he wants to say something else but breathes through his nose audibly and speaks through gritted teeth. “Go to your room,” he demands.
Yet, he doesn’t let me go.
“You could serve someone else, you know? I would make you feel so fucking good while you worship me,” I throw out, staring at his face.
