Whatever sins I’m going to atone for better have been worth it, because the pain is intense.
“Ben?” The voice is low and familiar. I was not expecting this next part of my torture to be so painful. “Asshole, I know you hear me.”
Using her to make me suffer is truly unfair. Though I’d take it, if only so I get to see her face again. I hope they got her eyes right.
My eyes snap open, searching for the demon version of her in the far too bright room.
I thought hell was supposed to be all fire and brimstone, but this feels sterile and clean. My head tries to turn, and theagony radiating from my body increases. If they are going to use her form to make me pay for my sins, I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of the pain.
Her face comes into view toward my right. Soft, caramel hair, just to her shoulders, sits in mellow waves. One side is tucked behind her ear, while the other side falls forward as her head is bent toward me. Her pouty lips are a light pink and pressed into a thin line as her sky-blue eyes glare at me.
She is wearing a yellow top and a little black skirt that shows off her pale legs. A hoodie that looks a lot like one of mine sits over her shoulders.
She looks too beautiful to be a creature of hell. I’m honestly kind of impressed. Everything I learned from the brief time my mother tried dragging me to church painted God as all powerful, but if the Devil can make her look this real, I’m not sure we are praying to the right deity.
“Can you speak?” she asks. Her voice makes my head swoon. Literally, it feels like it’s been turned to mush. I can’t help but smile. “What are they giving you?” She shakes her head, and brown locks go every direction, creating a sparkle effect in their wake.
“I don’t know, but whatever is in my cock needs to be removed before I get a fucking boner, from a demon bitch no less.”
“I thought you didn’t want to refer to me as a bitch anymore?”
“That’s her, not you.”
“You think I’m not real?” She raises an eyebrow.
“I’m in hell. Of course, you aren’t real.”
Her eyes roll and she moves to perch on the side of the bed beside me.
“Hate to break it to you, Ben, but you are very much alive. Until I decide how I’m going to kill you, that is.”
I blink, taking in the fuzzy background behind her, but not letting my eyes wander from her.
“Where the fuck am I?”
“A hospital, you idiot. You went and got yourself shot, trying to be a hero. It’s kind of pathetic really. Most guys buy the girl they love flowers, but not you. You get yourself beaten up, stab yourself and almost die to prove you love her.”
“Well not almost die.” Wes’s voice fills the room, but I still don’t let my eyes leave her. I’ll stare at her the rest of my life if she lets me. “He did code twice, so technically, he did die.”
“Leave it to you to try to make his heroic act seem more impressive,” Prue says, shooting him a glare. My hand reaches for her. I desperately want her eyes back on me. I groan as more pain shoots through my body. “Stop moving so much,” she snaps. “You have like a million different wires connected to you and an incision the size of my forearm.”
“Then don’t look away from me,” I say, biting my cheek as I let my hand graze her leg. The pain is worth the way her body feels under my fingertips.
“How are you feeling?” Wes asks. I’d look at him but I’m never taking my eyes off the beautiful girl that sits to the side of me.
“I have a tube up my dick. I’ve never felt better.”
Prue rolls her eyes again, but grins. Obviously, she doesn’t mind me suffering a little extra, given everything I did.
“Hey!” Wes exclaims. “Good to know your brain didn’t suffer any lasting damage.”
“Was that a concern?” I ask, studying Prue’s face.
“Only a little.” She shrugs. “Your heart really did stop twice.” She blinks back tears and I squeeze her thigh, ignoring the pain once again. “He almost shot you in the heart. Two inches lower and you’d be dead.”
I laugh and then groan in the agony that has made a home in my body.
“It’s not funny,” she says, shifting her leg away from me.
