Page 11 of Bewitching Her Monsters
“Are you alright?” the demon asks while he studies my body for injury.
My avatar glances down, and I see from my build and bulging pants I’m a man. I’m also splattered with blood. “I think so. Let’s leave before anyone else shows up.”
“Let them come! I will rend them apart too.” The demon flexes his muscles, and his eyes flare with a spark of fire.
I notice there are bodies and body parts strewn about in the dark alleyway. A distant streetlight makes the wet blood gleam.
My heart pounds, but not from fear.
I grab the demon’s horns and pull him in for a possessive and passionate kiss.
Our hips grind against each other, and I can feel his hardened length, ready to be unleashed. We’ve been worked up from the adrenaline of violence.Righteous justice.
Pulling back, I curse. “We need to find the others. These bastards would have attacked them too.”
The demon rests his forehead against mine. “When this is done, I’m fucking your ass so hard that even you won’t recover.”
“Promises, promises.” I chuckle, but it’s a sad thing. “If we survive this night, I’m going to fuck you all, even Blockhead.”
The demon roars with a laugh. “I don’t think he’ll be pleased with that.”
I chuckle too. “Maybe not, but it will be fun to watch him squirm when I tease him.”
Now, this is getting interesting…
Then a voice whispers in my mind,“Who are you?”
Abruptly, I wake up and shiver. My skin is goose-bumped. And a wave of cold air washes over me. What the hell?
I believe in ghosts, not that I give it much mind… usually. I always assumed they were like energetic echoes of someone from the past. However, now I sense a presence, one that feels aware of me.
“Leave me alone!” I state firmly, and I feel the energy fade away.
I shiver. It’s one thing writing about the paranormal and supernatural worlds and ideas. It’s another thing to be living in them.
With how violent my dream was, I wonder if a spirit was influencing my dark nightmare. I’m not comfortable with that.
Well, I was okay with that panty-melting kiss. But everything else? No, thank you.
Maybe I’m losing my mind?
That’s what Rob would tell me when I recounted my strange dreams.
5
WITCH PLACE
ARRAN
This witch must really think I’m only a dog. Why else would she allow me free rein over her home while she slept?
I hear her brushing her teeth and readying for bed, so I wander back to the room where she keeps her hostage-friends. They smell like small animals, but I wonder if she’s somehow got trapped shifters in there. That’s concerning.
With my enhanced ability, I hear her slip into bed. I shift into my human form and open the door to her menagerie.
“Who the fuck are you?” an angry-looking guinea pig demands with a hiss, when I step naked into the room.
“No. What the fuck areyou?” I growl, my voice low.
