"When tempted, no one should say "God is tempting me." For God cannot be tempted by evil, nor does He tempt anyone; but each person is tempted when they are dragged away by their own evil desire and enticed. Then, after desire has conceived, it give...
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"It is better to trust in the Lord than to put confidence in a man." - Psalms 118:8
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I had to immediately shrug off the thought of him hearing my thoughts. Such an intrusive act isn't an ability that a demon can possess. God granted us the gift of secrecy when it comes to our minds. However, it's true that a demon is more sensitive to the energies us humans emanate so he must have read me energetically after all. Right? ... Right??
This whole charade had to be over. I absolutely had to get right with God. I was mad at myself for letting my guard down and allowing myself to be taken away by a man whose intentions were on no account clear to me. But I was too ashamed of myself to ask for His help. So I had to do it by myself.
'Can I use that overlay over there to veil my head, please?'
I pointed at the wooden table that displayed a ludicrously made tablecloth. I no longer felt comfortable with showing my hair in front of him. He took a second to look at what I was showing him then back at me.
'If you want to, you can take it. I didn't think you'll want to cover your head again, though...'
He had an ounce of disappointment in his tone. Nonetheless, he was more indifferent than anything else as a hint of disinterest could be distinguished in his voice. Overall, he must have been tired of me already. It suddenly made me feel like a burden.
I carefully got up from the floor and made my way towards the cloth. I delicately picked it up and dusted it off. Without breaking a sweat, I tied it around my head and secured it with a double knot in the back. I patted it down and exhaled in relief. I was ecstatic to have a little more protection.
When I turned back around, I felt quite odd to see Bill looking at me with a poker face, his stern expression watching my mood getting elevated thanks to a mere piece of fabric. My smile quickly subsided due to the awkwardness I felt after being monitored like that.
