Devil's Snare

chapter 19- the many hickeys of Alzea

Silas asked Alzea to stay the night at the mansion because his boss had asked him to. She wasn't opposed to waiting, but she didn't want to remain in someone else's house, especially the one that looked haunted.

As she had been informed before, she was given a room and bought some items of her own. She put the kid down for him to sleep and decided to hang out in his room. It was a large mansion, and I wondered if ghosts were hanging out there, as the deceased presidents did in the White House. “Not a good thought before sleep, not now, Alzi,” she told herself and calmed herself down.

She walked down the long corridor and entered the kitchen to fill her water bottle. She heard owls and probably foxes at night since the mansion was away from the city. She was afraid to fill her water bottle and kept looking backward to see if a ghost was behind her, saying, "Oh man, I shouldn't have watched too many horror movies.”

She walked into the kid's bedroom, and he was fussing, Alzea immediately walked over and cooed him to sleep, but he refused to return to his crib. Whenever she tried to put the kid down, he scrunched up, crying. Sighing, she picked him up, carried him to the bed, and placed him on her chest. This calmed him down, allowing him to sleep on her chest, and soon sleep took both over.

Rafael entered the room as the door opened. He began looking for something. He smiled when he found what he was looking for. He spotted her sleeping figure on the bed with the child on her chest. Rafael stood close to the bed and noticed that both were covered in comforters up to their waists. He watched everything with a curious look on his face. The little kid was sleeping on Alzea's chest, his head drifting up and down as Alzea breathed. The kid’s head movements matched Alzea’s chest movements. Rafael was jealous of the child and wished he could put the child away and sleep on her chest.

He sat on the edge of the bed and laid down next to her watching her; he felt something, he had no idea what it was, but he enjoyed watching her like that. As he picked up the child, Alzea would not let him go. After a great deal of difficulty, he picked up the child and placed him in his crib.

Then he lifted Alzea to take her to her room. He put her on her bed, covered her with the duvet, and moved closer to her; he traced her skin with the back of his knuckles; it felt like silk under his finger. He then began kissing her on the cheek, which made her move slightly, but she did not awaken. Rafael chuckled at her childishness, thinking she was a heavy sleeper; he moved his lips from her cheek to her throat, then to her shoulder, and kept kissing.

"Why do you smell so good, baby girl? Your scent is driving me crazy," he whispered as he inhaled her scent like it was oxygen.

When he came close to her shoulder, he couldn't resist kissing there and bit hard. Alzea jumped up, ready to shout, feeling the bite on her shoulder. He immediately covered her mouth, “Shh! Don't shout”, causing her to remain still in her position. “Was this the ghost?” she wondered.

“I will remove my hands from your mouth, and you will not make any sound, do you understand?" he asked in a hushed voice. She nodded.

“Now, why were you sleeping in the kid’s room? You were supposed to have your room,” he asked, moving back to smell her hair.

“I…. the kid was fussing, so I made him sleep on my chest, and he calmed down; why am I even talking to a ghost?” she roared. This made Rafael chuckle. “So fucking caring; I am not a ghost baby girl, I am incubus, the demon,” he said, rubbing his thumb on her bottom lip.

“Are you...are you here to drink my blood?” she asked, terrified and cursing herself for saying she could even beat Anabelle. She assumed that they were here to kill her.

She had no idea what he meant when he said, "No baby girl, but when the time comes, I will drink something else.”

“Anabelle is the greatest evil of all time, and I apologize for saying that I could defeat her, but I cannot; please tell her I apologized,” she began to tremble. This made Rafael feel beyond amused; he had never seen someone as innocent as her; what am I going to do with your doll? He thought to himself when his gaze moved to her trembling hands.

Putting his hands on her shaking hands, Rafael said, "Shh! Stop shaking, I will tell her, but I need something in return. Every demon requires a sacrifice?" He pulled her face toward him and moved his hands to her lower back.

She asked, “What do you want?” not fully understanding what the demon desired.

He said, not being able to control himself: "Hmmm............. Let me think,” how about you come and sit on my lap?".

She shook her head to the side and replied, "No, thank you."

"I am not requesting you; this is an order. Would you like me to slit your throat and drink your blood?" he asked as he kissed her cheek.

“No... please,” she said and moved to sit in his lap. Before she could sit completely, he pulled her onto his lap. The impact of her ass on his lap made his dick very hard. By moving his hands by lifting the pajama top and moving it on her bare tummy, he began thrusting his clothed crotch onto her, “fuck, you are so fucking hot.”

Alzea did not understand that he was dry-humping her. She asked why the demon was making obscene noises. “Shh! Demons do not answer questions, babe; they take what they want, thrusting and moaning harder.” When he felt his orgasm near, he bit down on her shoulder, making sure to leave a hickey behind, and came hard.

In relief, he slumped his head on her shoulder and kissed the spot he had just bitten. After a while, his breath returned to normal, whereas Alzea's never did. As he kissed the area, he said, “when you stay here, you are not sleeping with the child. Do you understand me?”.

“Now close your eyes,” he said, and she obeyed, not wanting to anger the demon. She sat there for 15 minutes, not knowing whether to open her eyes. Feeling no one in the room, she got up and turned on the lights; she slept with the lights turned on and prayed, “I know I haven’t been the best Catholic lately, but please don’t let that demon eat me lord. There are many ways to die but being eaten is not the best way lord”.

“I have so much skincare in my body; eating me would also be toxic to demons; please think about that. I haven’t even gone to Disney land yet, don’t eat me, please; my meat isn’t the best meat to taste; all I have in my body is white rice; you would want some diversity in your meal, right?” she said thinking that the demons would hear it.

She was hoping the demon would not visit the rest of the night, and he didn’t. She woke up tired and lack of sleep. She freshened up, woke up the kid, and brought him down to feed him.

She saw Mr. Paul and asked, “Mr. Paul, have you ever seen a demon? He visited me last night and told me he would drink my blood”, she said, scared.

Mr. Paul looked at her and asked, “How many horror movies did you watch this week?”

“Mr. Paul…. I……….” she was trying to explain. “How many?” he stressed.

She lifted her fingers and showed 4, “this is why,” he said and left the spot. Maybe he is right; this is all my hallucination, concluding this she got on with her daily jobs.

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