Torn

Ch. 17 The Offer and Present

Alastor's POV

Back at my house, I snap my fingers, and the man is wrapped in a green glowing chain from head to toe. Now, how to get Abigail settled? I don't want the bubble to follow me to the basement. I look at the couch, I snap my fingers, and the couch is cleared of dust. I reach into the bubble and get Abigail in my arms before I appear make the bubble disappear. As I hold her and moving to the couch, her head snuggles into me, and she makes a happy sigh. I look down at her in surprise. That was odd. She does have a cute look on her face. I shake my head. What i am thinking? I lay her on the couch and make sure she is covered.

The man has been watching this.

"What's wrong with her?" He asks.

"Nothing is wrong with her. She is under a sleeping spell I put her under." I reply.

"What is she to you?" He asks

"Just my ticket to come here from Hell."

"Nothing else? You seem close to her," he asks curiously.

I sigh. Even in the situation he is in, i can smell the lust.

"Just a ticket. You should be more concerned about yourself." I say as I turn around my eyes radio dails.

The man looks up at me with fear.

"Now let's go to the basement that I call my playroom." I say as grab him by the chain he is wrapped in and start dragging him to the door.

"I will change. I will never rape another woman again. Just please let me go!" He yells and crying.

"Too late for that, my friend," I say in an evil voice.

I open the door, throw him down the stairs, and close the door laughing.

About 2 hours later, I have had my fun. Oh, did he screamed, and the smell of fear was wonderful. I enjoyed a meal from him. I decide not to take any back to my prison because I don't want to be found out. I do decide to take the liver and a few other items to my Voodoo alter. I don't need to, but the spirits are one reason I am so powerful in hell. I place the items on the altar and say a few words. The spirits come out.

"Alastor! It's been a long time." Says the largest spirit.

"He has a new look, too." Another spirit says.

"It's been a while because I was killed while getting rid of a body. I am now a very powerful overlord in Hell because of the blessings and power you gave to me." I tell the spirits.

"We know you were destined for great things. How are you here now?" The large one asks.

"I force a living soul into a deal with me when she accidentally summoned over a year ago. So I can come and go from Hell as I please."

"You mean the female upstairs?"

"Yes."

"She is pretty. Do you want her?" Asks the large spirit.

"Excuse me?" I ask curiously.

"You have given us these gifts when you didn't need to, in return one of us can possess her. You can have her without using that chain. It will be like she is willing."

Without hesitation: "Thank you for the offer, my dear friend, but I will decline. To me, that is still forcing a lady doing something she doesn't want to do. Even as a demon, I still have my morals and rules that I follow." I tell the spirits.

"Still a gentleman," says a small one.

"In that case, we will be going." Says the large one, and they all dissappear.

I clean up my mess and my clothes before heading back upstairs. Abigail is still asleep on the couch. I touch her forehead to wake her up. She opens her eyes and groans.

"I was hoping it was a dream," she says. One good thing is that the sleeping spell doesn't leave you feeling groggy when you wake up.

She sits up and looks around. Her eyes get wide as she remembers why we are here. She looks at the basement door and gets a sad look on her face.

"Dear, that man was pure evil. He had rape at least 10 women and killed one because she would not keep quiet. With him gone, there will be no more victims." I tell her.

"He still didn't deserve torture," she replies.

"And why not? He tortured his victims."

She sighs.

"Let's agree to disagree. I will never accept that you want to torture people, but like you said, I can't stop you. More than likely, I will let you know that every time this is going to happen, i will argue with you because I want you to know i will never accept you torturing a victim. But in the end, I will tag along quietly. I will tell you this I do enjoy these outings." She says.

"Do you want to see the lights lit up?" I ask her.

She thinks for a minute.

"That does sound like fun, sure."

I teleport us back to town. We spend several hours looking at the lights. Every so often Abigail grabs me and pulls me over to something she sees. It's cute. I am glad she is truly enjoying herself. I am happy she is back to being comfortable enough to touch me willing again. It's about 9pm when she asks if I could take her back home.

When we arrive at her house she picks up the package she brought today.

"This is for you. I saw it and thought you would like it. It's a Christmas present and I don't need one in return. I like buying presents for people." She tells me as she hands me my present.

I look at her in shock. I present for me. No one has bought me anything in decades. I know treat her well but she also seems to keep her distance. She is nervous about getting to close to me and forgetting she is my captive. For her to buy me present is a huge surprise.

I take the present and open it. It's a book about New Orleans in the 1920s. The pictures are remarkable. As I flip though them it takes me back to when I was alive. Some of the place pictures bring back fawn memories I have not thought about in a very long time.

"I thought the author did an excellent job with the pictures and the details of the history during that time. It's a series of books starting with 1780s when New Orleans was founded. I thought you would like this one the best but you can buy the rest of them too or just the ones you want."

I look at her speechless. This is one of the nicest gifts I have ever gotten.

"Thank you, my dear. This is a wonderful gift." I tell her sincerely and with a genuine smile.

"You are welcome. Not sure if I you see you before Christmas so Merry Christmas Alastor."

"Merry Christmas, Abigail," tell her before I disappear.

When i get back to my prison I sit down and start reading my new book.