Demonic Spell (18+)

Recipe 50

RECAP:

 “Yes, Master. I want to be whipped, please!” He leered lustily at the shuddering woman, his arousal rising in anticipation of the pleasure he will get from the pain that he can and will inflict.

He raised the tasseled whip which he got from the same drawer that the cuffs came from and brought it hard against her flesh, repeating it over and over again until the skin turned red and raw, and with each lash his arousal twitched.

Soon enough the sound-proof feature of the exclusive hotel room was put to use as it prevented the sound of the lashing; of the pain-pleasure moans and screams; of the heavy grunting and the sound of skin pounding roughly against skin from being heard by unsuspecting patrons of the place.

His sick mind started working as the stick-straight black hair of the woman underneath him warped into waves of chocolate-brown hair and he took a fistful of that hair, pulling it hard so he can see Elisha’s face on the striking woman’s glazed one.

Soon..

I'm going to have my revenge on you..

And I will inflict my punishment as slowly and as painfully as I can..

He thought sadistically as the woman under him moaned in pain when his grip on her hair tightened, making her neck ached painfully.

SOON..

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I easily tore the foul-smelling ogre’s head from its shoulder, his slimy-green blood spurting everywhere with some landing on my naked chest and my nose scrunched up in disgust at the horrifying smell.

I dropped the decapitated part before moving on to my next target, berserking my way through the throngs of ogre that are trying to break their way on Hell’s impregnable wall.

I looked up from my position to assessed our defense and found that the other 11 Keepers were actually enjoying this fight –a slaughter to be more precise as these single-minded creatures can never match any of us in a fight no matter how many they are.

“Enjoying yourself, Thallan?” Cimeries, one of the Keepers asked as we stood back to back, decapitating the beings that we are engaged to at the same time.

“No.” I replied bluntly, throwing away the dripping part before moving on the next ogre with Cimeries laughter following after my wake.

“Still as grumpy as ever Thallan.” He called humorously after me before he disappeared in the midst of attacking ogres.

I'm starting to hate being a Keeper with this constant attack on Hell that unnecessarily took me away from Elisha especially now that she was always on edge because of the death threat she received which in turn agitated me more than anything else, add the fact that I can’t find Fuxal anywhere in the Underworld eventhough I scoured all of his well-known lairs but to no avail. He was nowhere to be found.

The only thing that was good about this entire ruckus was I can burn-off all of my excessive energy.

“Thallan, heads up!” My body automatically crouched down at the warning just in time to dodge a flying spear moments before it embedded a feet deep on the ground and I looked up to see Cimeries finishing off the ogre that threw the weapon.

I gave him an acknowledging nod before I once again join the melee, fighting and killing in earnest so I can get back as fast as I can on Earth and to shake away the sense of unease that I felt in my gut.

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“Hello? Sam. Yes, I'm on my way to the clinic. Why?” I rushed towards my parked car after I hurriedly locked the front door.