The Games of Alastor

Chapter Twentysix

Adron started sobbing uncontrollably. My adrenaline went up.

"Eat. It." I ordered him. My voice didn't sound like my voice. It sounded like the actual Alastor. I knew I wasn't possessed. Almost seemed like his voice was morphing into mine. Madness and chaos.

He shook his head. Like he had a choice.

"Come on," I told him again, uncontrollably smiling ear to ear. "It can't be any worse then sausage."

"Fine," I sighed. "Eat your damn intestine, and we can be done for today."

His eyes showed an emotion I haven't seen in a while. A mix between of anger, hate, envy, and regret.

He swallowed hard. "Fine," he said through the gut wrenching pain.

I cut his instestine into a five inch piece and handed it to him. He unwilling took it and stared at it. Not wanting to believe that he was holding his own organ.

He took a huge breathing, squeezed his eyes shut, and put it in his mouth.

He chewed. Sounded like some eating a peice of raw steak. Almost instantly Adron pucked up blood, guts, and other bodily fluids.

I stepped back in time to avoid the vomit. I watched him for a minute, sobbing, coughing up blood and vomit, cursing.

"What'd it taste like," I asked him, amused.

He looked at me with absolute disgust. I just stared back, waiting for an answer.

"Like raw, rotten, pork. The texture was like chewing through rubber," he spat. "Wouldn't be so bad but knowing I just ate myself-"

Adron didn't finsh his sentence; he just started bawling again. I took another step back and looked at him.

Organs spilled out, blood covered face, clothes teared, blood shot eyes. He still deserved worse. He deserved worse then hell.

Maybe it's a good thing that I'm stuck here. I can put Adron through anything. Hell, I could put him through a fucking wood chipper and he'd be fine the next day.

I already had countless ideas of torture. I have no idea what the demon Alastor has in plan for me. Can't be worse then eating your own organ.

"Alright," I said, "I'll leave you to it."

And just walked out.

A.N. I've been saying this for a while, but sorry there getting shorter. I'm almost done with this short book. Thanks to everyone for reading.