"Come on, little witch. You're only prolonging the inevitable. We're going to have you one way... or the other..."
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There are some rules you don't break
when it comes to the supernatural.
1. Don't be an idiot.
2. Don't make deals with Demons...
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The Trickster
The witch couldn't stop crying, not even to breathe straight. It was worrisome when I had even tried using my power to compel her to take a breath and it hadn't worked.
I held off on feeding her until she had the ability to eat without choking on it. I had turned the water on, as hot as it would go. I wanted her to focus on something other than what was killing her.
We hadn't said a word since the hallway. I had no intention of provoking her. She was fragile right now. One wrong move would break her in a way none of us wanted.
So I did what I could to take care of her. Our kind wasn't the touchy-feely kind of beings. This was so far out of my comfort zone, but sometimes, you just had to take one for the team.
"Do you want help getting undressed," I asked carefully. I didn't want her getting the wrong idea from the question.
To my shock and awe, she nodded.
"Alright, but don't get any ideas, darling," I teased lightly. "I like to think I'm a gentleman."
For a second, I saw a slight ghost of a smile gracing her lips. But one blink and it was gone, only to be replaced by more tears falling down her cheeks.
Fuck. This was bad.
"Alright," I said. "Arms up."
She did what I asked without a word and I gently reached for the edge of her shirt before carefully pulling it over her head.
"There you go," I sighed. "Up on the counter. We'll start with the shoes then move on from there."
I helped her up onto the marble countertop, lifting her leg so that her foot was pressed to my body. Then I began to untie her shoe, pulling it from her foot gently. I found myself digging my thumbs into the arch of her foot, watching her eyes shut in wonderous relief.
"You like that," I asked, chuckling softly. She nodded again.
With her stamp of approval, I kept going a bit, grateful that something I was doing wasn't a complete waste of time.
Then I moved to the other foot, repeating the process. After a few minutes, I set her leg back into a resting position.
"Now for the tricky part," I sighed. "All I need you to do is shimmy out of your pants just enough for me to pull them off. Sound good?"
Another nod.
Poor darling.
I watched her gingerly shift her body enough for me to grab them and pull them from her body.I threw them to the floor and reached to pick her up from beneath her legs so that I could set her in the tub
Her arms wrapped around my neck as I carried her and the moment she entered the steaming water, she finally let herself breathe fully.
