Page 9 of The Halo & the Heathen
“Why would I let you go?”
“Because you said…” but he never said anything. Iassumed,and now I’m worse off than I was.
I take a deep breath, even though I want to scream. “What do I need to do to get you to release me?”
“You’ll do anything?”
“Yes.”
He chuckles and then stands, moving away from me. “Liar.”
Still clutching my tattered dress to me, I crawl over the edge of the slab and hiss when my feet hit the sharp and hot pumice again.
Everything here is pain.
I’d forgotten.
Tying the dress around me in a semblance of modesty, I let my gaze wander.
This place he has brought me is carved out of stone. An alcove high above the halo’s vault, looking down on the darkly glowing answer to my unheard prayers.
It’s too far to jump. I have too far to climb later to risk breaking bones, or worse, now.
But he doesn’t stop me from going to the ledge and looking down.
There is a path that zigs and zags through the crumbling rock pillars.
A way down.
But this cavernous cutout is where he lives. A strange waiting room and guard shack made of stone.
What does a demon need when watching for pests to kill and thieves to apprehend?
He turns his back to me and I know it might be the only chance I get.
Teeth clenched against the sharp and cutting pain through my feet, I bolt for the halo. I jump down where I can, ignoring the spikes of pain through my bones as I do and for a half a moment, after I reach the bottom, I thinkmaybeI’ll manage it.
But he catches me before I’ve made it halfway to the plinth.
He barrels into me, crashing us to the ground and sending the crumbling stones flying.
My dress is beyond saving as he tears it away and forces my legs wide.
“I told you what would happen if you run.” His cock presses against my pussy, warm head flush against me.
I stare at him, holding my breath and waiting for the inevitable invasion.
It doesn’t come.
“Did you forget, pest?”
“Yes.”
He snaps his teeth and draws his nose up the side of my jaw. “You remember now.”
I swallow and a shiver flutters over my skin. “Yes.”
Laughing, lowly, he presses himself up, all of his weight gone from me. “And are you going to run again?”
