“Come on, come on. Where is it?” I groan. The thin piece of paper whispers against my fingers, and I grin as I pull it out. “There you are, fucker! Hell yes.”
Picking up my phone again, I begin to check the numbers, trying to figure out how many I need in order to win big. My eyeswiden as I find that I have two, three, oh fuck five numbers that are the same!
I didn’t get the big number, but hey, I won over a million dollars!
Laughing in disbelief, I put the paper in a safe place next to my phone and head to the bathroom. Unfortunately, the beer is running through my system, and I really need to piss. I have a happy buzz between the alcohol and the excitement of winning the lottery, and I can’t stop smiling.
Pulling out my dick and aiming it at the toilet, I also make sure to lift the seat so I won’t hear my mother yell at me. I swear, the things that go through my head are ridiculous. It doesn’t matter how old I get, I still hear her voice in my head.
Sighing, I start to piss, and begin to think about taking a nap. I’m starting to feel sleepy. Glancing down, I curse as I see that I pissed on the floor.
“Goddamnit,” I mutter. I swear I try not to step in it, but it’s as if my foot is pushed toward it, and I yell in fear as I slip.
I can’t catch myself or regain my balance as I fall forward, and the piss filled toilet bowl comes flying toward my face as I slam my head into the side of the toilet.
Everything goes black, and time doesn’t seem to have any meaning. I kind of drift until I find myself standing in my bathroom.
“What? How?” I don’t understand as I look around. It’s as if my mind is trying to protect myself from something, but I’m not sure what. Wasn’t I just falling? Am I that tired that I’m hallucinating things now? Maybe I should go lay down.
“Of all the ways for someone to go, this one’s quite embarrassing,” a low, deep voice chuckles. “I’d have to say, in all my thousands of years collecting souls, this would be a first of its kind for me.”
Oh fuck. That voice.My cock twitches in anticipation. My semi hard cock that's hanging out in the wind for all to see.
Confused on what he’s talking about, I look down at… me? I’m on the ground, face first in the toilet bowl. A toilet bowl full of piss. You have got to be fucking kidding me!
“Ah, man! No fucking fair!” I yell, tucking my cock back into my ghostly body. “You said I could live. Are you going back on our deal, Bane? That’s not very charitable.”
“I’m a demon,” he says with a laugh. “I didn’t lie, not exactly. You just didn’t read the fine print. You had a month of your life, cancer free. I’ve been watching you enjoy yourself entirely too much, so I decided to see how else you could kill yourself. Who almost gets hit by a bus, survives, and then slips in his own piss? Oh my devil, Lucifer is really going to enjoy this!”
The Devil? Lucifer?Oh fuck, I’m in so much trouble.
“I’m not ready to die!” I yell. Bane simply shrugs, bends down to pick up my body, and throws it over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. This is so fucking bizarre. I’m here, but also there?
“Honestly, the fucking toilet took you out,” he snorts. “Your body and soul belong to me from now on. To do with as I please. It’s not my fault that you didn’t read the fine print.”
My dick is still out, smushed against his shoulder, and my wet, pissed soaked hair is dripping onto the tile floor. This can’t be fucking real right now.
“I can assure you, this is very much real,” he says. Wait, can he read my mind?
“Can you read my mind?” I shoot him a glaring look, so damn pissed off about this whole situation. I was cheated out of my second chance at life. He can’t do this!
“You need to work on your poker face, Little Human. Your face telegraphs what you’re thinking. Now, come. We must be going. Let's go home.”
“Home?” I squeak out as he grabs my spirit wrist.
“Well, home, for now. I can promise, it’s the best place to stay in Hell,” Bane says.
A black hole opens where my shower usually is, and he yanks me in, ignoring my scream as we fall into the darkness. His deep chuckle seems to surround me, filling me with want and terror.
“I forgot to tell you the first step is a little rough. Oops,” he says.
I’m attached to a sardonic grim reaper who’s possessive and doesn’t play by the rules. This is not what I expected when I woke up this morning.
Chapter
Six
Bane
