PA to the Radio Demon

Chapter 8: The Big Bad

Okay I was seriously going to kill Alastor.

Currently holding the remains of my phone that I barely had for more than a week. He actually crushed it because I was scrolling through my music to put on something to listen to in my off time. "Are you kidding me?!"

His laughter echoed across the walls. "My dear it was distracting you. I can't have my lovely assistant distracted now can I?" I dropped the now broken device to the group and gripped my hair "I was just trying to listen to music! You can't just keep stealing my things and breaking them!"

His eyes took on a sadistic gleam to them as I glared up at him. "Darling, do you forget who you're speaking with?"

"No, I don't. You're infuriating, you know that!" I snapped storming away from the lobby. I needed to get out of here. "Whoa, baby cakes whats up?" Angel asked, confused looking between the two of us.

"Ask the strawberry pimp." I snapped slamming the kitchen door shut behind me. I needed space. I needed fucking air. But everywhere I turned that bastard was there.

As soon as I left the back door to the hotel I yelped, feeling my body being slammed against the brick wall, air was slowly becoming scarce. Black tentacle like tendrils wrapped around my throat squeezing like a boa constrictor. "Darling, darling..." Alastor's voice was eerily calm, amusement and agitation dancing in his red eyes. "My dear girl," the static was thick surrounding his voice. I watched with wide eyes as his eyes shifted to radio dials as a thick layer of droll dribbled past his lips.

"Unless you wish for your screams to be broadcasted across all of hell," He spoke slowly as if talking to a child. He stalked so close he was fully invading my space. I could feel my vision turning spotty, how I was still awake was a surprise. "I would watch your tone."

What was I supposed to do? I couldn't exactly nod or say anything. "Do you understand?" He blinked and his eyes had returned to normal, no longer black and red. I wasn't sure how he was able to do a complete one eighty but he was perfectly content to watch me struggle.

The black tendril slowly slipped away from my throat, it turned out to be the only thing supporting me because as soon as I was free from his magical voodoo I was on the ground coughing and gasping for air. Clutching my throat I was breathing in dirt but I didn't care. I couldn't stop coughing. "Now then, as much as I do hate to punish you darling, I hope you have learned your lesson." He smirked inspecting his staff boredly. "We'll have no more of this attitude, I would hate to have to punish you again." he chuckles squatting down to my level, droll from before still dripping down his chin. I could practically see him hoping I'd mess up again.

Staring at the ground my body shook. Alastor was fucking terrifying. "Splendid! I knew you'd understand." he barks out a laugh and stands to his full height. I needed to get away from him. I needed to feel safe again. "Now then, I'll be off on my daily stroll. Tah, tah."

As soon as he was gone I curl into a ball. Tears sprung free as I tried my best not to hyperventilate. 'I knew Alastor was scary before but, this, this is horrible.' Clutching my sides I couldn't feel my nails piercing my flesh, I was numb to everything around me. All I could feel was pure panic.

I couldn't escape. I was trapped. Trapped under his control, trapped to be some kind of pet, some form of entertainment for him.

I needed to go, go somewhere. Anywhere I could be alone.

Standing on shaky legs I slowly made my way down the large hill that the Hotel sat upon. Ragged breaths could be heard as I stumbled through town. Someplace safe. Someplace Alastor would never be. I ignored demons around me giving me strange looks.