“That's it. Die fucker. Die!” I shout.
He drops to the ground, gasping for air as his face starts to swell.
The wasps don’t seem to enjoy being covered in this fucker’s release. They start to emerge from the nest and attack him.
He screams for help, but no air can get in.
Unable to breath, he fully collapses to the ground.
“Finally!” I let out a heavy sigh, annoyed with this motherfucker for taking so long.
His soul separates from his body, joining me at my side. He blinks a few times, then sees his body on the ground.
“No.” he shakes his head. “This can’t be happening.”
“Really?” I deadpan. “You didn’t think there was a possibility that you'd die. You stuck your dick in a wasp nest you fucking moron. What did you expect? You’re literally the definition of fuck around and find out.” I shake my head. “Looks like you found out.”
Snapping my fingers, we pop back into Hell. “Make sure this one never comes out. The world doesn’t need anymore people who do stupid things for stupid reasons.”
The keeper nods his head, taking the soul.
And I’m gone again.
With every soul I take, the more frustrated I become. This job used to be soothing. Watching people die was relaxing. Now I can’t even enjoy it because Onyx is the only thing on my damn mind.
By the time I’m done with my last soul, I’m fucking fuming.
“You!” A low rumbling growl vibrates through my chest when I appear back into the bedroom.
Onyx jumps, the book he’s reading goes flying.
“You’re back.” he scrambles to his feet, standing on the bed. “I can’t believe you actually left me here, locked in this damn room.”
My chest heaves with anger, my cock stirring at the sight of him. He’s dressed in sweatpants and a black T-shirt. His shaggy black hair falls over his face in messy waves.
“Well!” he shouts “Speak. Do you have anything you want to say for yourself?”
“Shut. Up.” I snarl, my shadows shooting out, wrapping around his throat.
His eyes widen in fear, a choked sound passes his parted lips.
I lift him off the bed, his body dangling in the air as he claws at my shadows to no avail.
He continues to choke and gasp for air as his face starts to turn blue.
“Why can I not get you out of my head?” I demand, bringing him closer. “All I can think about is you.”
He’s seconds from dying. I can’t have that. I’m not done with him.
He hovers in front of me and I let him go, my shadows releasing his throat, making him drop to his feet. My hand snaps out, grabbing a handful of his hair as he crouches and gasps in lungfuls of air. He cries out in pain.
“What the fuck.” His voice is a broken rasp. “You’re fucking insane, you know that?”
“Because you make me this way.” I bring him close to me, his breathing quick and heavy, hot breath fanning over my lips as I lean in close. “Tell me, Little Human. Why is the only thing I can think about being inside you. Seeing your handsome face. Listening to your bratty voice and smelling your addictive scent.”
He licks his lips, eyes flicking between him. “I-I don’t know.” He stammers out. It seems my question has him blushing.
“I can’t have this Onyx. I can’t have this distraction. From now on, you come on jobs with me. I can’t be distracted by worrying about you.”
