Maybe I should pray.I laugh at the idea as I think about it. Pray for what, exactly? For someone to finally give me some attention? For someone to look at me and see someone worth something versus someone worth pitying? Even as I think all of these things, I wonder who would want to be with such a pessimistic downer… I know I wouldn’t.
I see a hulking form go through the crowd, and as soon as I see his hair and ears, I know it’s Elvor. I’ve always thought he was attractive, but I’ve always been too reserved to talk to him. The one time I did, he grunted at me, not bothering to speak, so I took that as him not being interested.
It’s a surprise seeing him here. He usually sticks to the pit and formal Hell functions. But here he is, parting the crowd like the Red Sea. What’s even more shocking is the woman who finally comes into view behind him. He has his hand clasped around hers.
She’s stunning.
Her smile is wild as she tugs on his hand and dances. She doesn’t dance for Elvor or the rest of the crowd. She’s clearly in her own world, closing her eyes and swaying to the beat. She runs her hands up and down her body and ruffles her hair, not giving a single fuck about people looking at her or what anyone thinks of her.
I want to bottle her confidence and drink it till I drown. Just an ounce would empower me to be the demon I want to be.
She throws her head back and laughs as she watches Elvor stand there, unmoving. If anything, he looks like her bodyguard as he scopes the club for possible threats. They’re talking, and I wish I was closer to hear what they’re saying. They’re a beautiful couple. I could easily watch them all day, wishing I was brave enough to have something like what they have.
Suddenly, both of their heads turn my way. I’m too shocked or stupid to look away. I make eye contact with Elvor first, who tilts his head curiously at me; meanwhile, the woman he’s with has a huge grin on her face. She takes his hand in hers and drags him through the crowd towards me.
Oh, fuck. Are they going to tell me I’m a fucking creep and ask me why I was staring?
I swallow thickly and try to appear as casual as possible as the woman comes to a stop, standing before me with a smile.
“Is this seat taken?” she asks. I shake my head no, and she sits next to me, with Elvor sitting on the edge. “I’m Mara,” she introduces herself, holding out her hand to me.
“Judd,” I reply, shaking her soft, small hand.
Did I accidentally pray? Is this some cosmic universe sending me a message right now? I try my best to appear calm and like I can actually hold a conversation with a girl as pretty as her.
“I like your tattoos,” she compliments, trailing the pad of her pointer finger down my throat. I try to withhold a shiver, but I can’t help it. I can’t remember the last person who touched me.
“Thank you. I haven’t seen you around here before.”
“Well, this body is shiny and new, and it’s my first time in Hell.”
I feel so socially inept.Where do you go from here? Should I offer her drugs?
“Anyway, I think you’re cute,” she states, her hand sliding down to my arm, where she holds it up to inspect it. “Elvor thinks you’re cute, too.”
I blink at Mara and look at Elvor. “He said that?”
“He’s the strong, silent type. You’ll get used to it. Do you want to dance, Judd?”
“Y-y-you want to dance with me?” I reiterate.Is this some sort of fucked-up trick?
“Yes, Elvor doesn’t like to dance. But he would like to watch us dance together.”
I look over at Elvor and raise an eyebrow at him.
“Go,” is all Elvor says, tilting his chin for me and Mara to go to the dance floor together while he spreads out on the seat and watches.
“This isn’t some fucked-up game, right?” I ask Mara.
Her dark, perfectly shaped eyebrows scrunch together as she looks at me. A small tilt of her lips and a shake of her head puts me at ease. She leans forward, keeping her hand on my forearm.
“Judd?” she says my name so seductively that a shiver travels up my spine.
“Yeah?”
“We’re going to dance together. I want to be wrapped up in your tattooed arms, pressed against you, with your hands running along my body while I dance, and Elvor is going to enjoy watching. Can you be a good boy and do that for me?” she whispers suggestively in my ear.
Is this like Make A Wish for Demons?
