“So you can slip and kill yourself?” Bane snorts. “Absolutely not. You’re coming to work with me. I have souls to reap.”
“You mean kill,” I mutter, pouting as I wash up.
“Don’t be jealous,” my reaper coos. “You’re the only one I bring back to life for fun. I’ll be fucking you for all eternity. I’m sure there are lots of ways I can keep things spicy.”
My cock has been hard since I woke up, and pissing with an erection is just as much of a bitch in Hell as it was while I was alive.
“You’re doing that thing where you’re scary,” I say, turning off the water as I finish. Now I just need to eat before he rushes me out of here.
My stomach growls pathetically, which makes Bane chuckle as I dry my skin.
“I know, I know,” I complain, opening the door to the shower as I step out. “Sleeping and eating are human constructs I don’t need, but why does my stomach still insist on needing food? It’s eating itself!”
“You’re very dramatic,” he says. “Dry your back. Look, you missed an entire section.”
“I have little arms,” I sigh, tossing him the towel. “If it bothers you, then you can be my back dryer.”
“I’m doing it because it makes me want to spank you when I see that you’re still wet, not because I’m your slave,” Bane says snootily, drying my back roughly.
“That’s not what I meant,” I argue, his not so tender ministrations throwing off my balance.
Catching myself on the sink, I glare at Bane.
“Hurry up. If you’re not done in five minutes, I’ll starve you.”
Rolling my eyes as soon as it’s safe to do so, I brush my teeth and use mouthwash to kill any hint of bacteria. Can I lose my teeth down here? Is gingivitis a thing?
I don’t fucking care, I’m going to floss too. Ignoring Bane yelling at me, I finish up and hurry into the bedroom to throw on a pair of ripped black jeans and a band tee. While Bane insiststhat I shouldn’t be able to feel cold, I pull on a hoodie and put on my socks and combat boots.
Who knows where he’ll take me while he’s working. I’m a walking billboard for how fucked up death can be.
“Move, move, move,” Bane hisses, hurrying me out the door. “I asked Lucifer’s chef to make food that you could grab and eat while walking. I figured this way you wouldn’t take forever.”
I will never not be weirded out about Bane speaking to Lucifer’s anything. While Bane’s delivery could be better, it is nice that he’s making sure I eat.
Breakfast is an egg, bacon, and cheese sandwich on an English muffin. Bane toasts it with a touch of his finger for me, and I groan as I take a bite of my food. This definitely deserves my sex noises.
“If anyone hears you, I’ll be forced to kill them,” he groans, hustling me down the hall. “Please moan quieter.”
Bane adjusts his cock in his pants, his chest proudly on display under his reaper hood. I can’t help but admire how hot he is as I finish my food, and then I’m falling through a portal with Bane.
“Ahh!” I scream as we pop out of the portal. Who am I kidding, I haven’t stopped screaming since I fell into the portal in the fucking floor.
“Shhh,” Bane says, chuckling. “It’s better when you don’t know it’s coming.”
“Better for who?” I gasp out, my hand on my chest. “Can I have a heart attack?”
“Yes, but you’re not having one,” he reassures me as we walk.
We’re in a different country, and I can’t stop looking around as people speak Spanish all around me. Bane’s long legs force me to practically run alongside him, and then his arm binds against my chest to stop me.
“People really need to get off their phones,” he says conversationally, his eyes on a woman in a nice suit as she walks.
I bite my lip as I see that she’s on the phone, chattering with someone without looking.
“Another car accident?” I ask, pretending to be bored already. My heart pounds as I watch the woman continue.
“Pfft. Don’t insult me,” Bane grunts, snapping his fingers.
