Darned to Heck

The Witching Hour

It was the witching hour.  The faint blue glow from the underground pool was the only light in the thick darkness. I raised my head slightly and was surprised to find that I was still enveloped in his arms and even more surprised to find that he was sleeping. His chest rose and fell the way the snow falls, deep and soft and constant.

As gorgeous as he was like this, I could no longer deny the burning urge to pee that had driven me from sleep. Wiggling out from his grasp I padded over to the door of the room and winced as I was reminded of the large gash that I had dug into my hand when I grabbed the door handle.

"Shit." I whispered, quickly pulling my hand away and looking at the cut. It wasn't overly deep, but it wasn't minor either.

Probably didn't need to cut it that much. I thought to myself as I gently ran a finger along it.

"You know how to fix it though don't you?" Asmodeus had walked up unnoticed behind me, making me jump as he took my injured hand in his. "Does this have anything to do with how you got down here?" he asked me, trailing soft but authoritative kisses along my neck. This time I could tell he was determined to get an answer out of me.

"It's hard to explain..." I mumbled, thinking of how on earth I could possibly put into words my journey from A to B.

"Then why don't you show me?" He turned my hand over and placed it, palm down against the rock to the side of the door, with his hand resting firmly over the top. The physical contact of his skin on mine still caught me off guard and the rock translated this little power surge in me as 'go absolutely insane'. The usual tingling sensation became a myriad of tiny explosions rippling and popping over my skin like firecrackers and before I knew it the rock liquidated and we were both elbow deep in the wall. Thinking I was going to fall I reflexively pulled my hand back and jumped away, landing squarely on my ass. It was only when I looked up that I realised that the rock had re-solidified in my absence, leaving Asmodeus wide eyed and firmly stuck in the wall.

"That's a good look for you." I laughed after a stunned pause at the sight before me.

"Truly amazing." He breathed, looking from me to the wall and back again like he'd never seen anything like it in his life.

"That's because I never have seen anything like this in my life Allie, and I have been alive for a very long time."

That was a weird thought "How long have you been alive? " I asked him.

"Longer than you could probably conceive." He replied in a barely audible whisper as he stared intently at me again. My eyes were hooked in his unbreakable gaze and I found myself wondering if he had ever looked at anybody else like this. Jealousy reared its ugly head as I realized that in his many years of existence he would have undoubtedly looked at someone else like this .

He smirked and then broke the gaze before standing up as tall as his trapped arm would allow. "Jealousy Allie? How sweet."      

"Shut it." I snapped back, snatching my thoughts away from their previous direction. "Are you gonna stay there all day or what?"

"Believe it or not Allie I haven't actually remained here by choice."

"What...you're actually stuck?"

"It would seem so."

I stared blankly at him for a moment before it really sunk in.

Oh my god... I've stuck him in the wall.

"Any time Allie." He said impatiently.

Oh the power... My inner me rubbed its devious little hands together at all of the opportunities this situation presented. I stood and walked purposefully to him. Making sure to keep just enough distance between us so that he wouldn't be able to grab me with his free arm, I circled him, surveying my prisoner from all those flattering angles. (He still hadn't put a shirt on, among other things).

"Allie, it would be in your best interests to focus and get me out of the wall as I have requested."

"Is that a threat?" I questioned innocently, continuing my observations.

"If it needs to be." He replied ominously.

"It's simply too entertaining for me to even remotely consider stopping." I quoted with a wink thrown in for good measure.

"I will give you one chance to reconsider your decision or you will be punished."

I stopped my pacing. "How you gonna punish me if you're stuck in the wall?" The words had barely left my lips before my legs crumpled underneath me and I dropped to my knees.

"What the-" my arms shot out in front of me and I fell forwards so I was on all fours, I tried to look up but my head was glued in position. I strained and pulled against the invisible forces but found that every muscle was locked into place, I couldn't even open my mouth to speak. I panicked momentarily before feeling the pulsating heat from the damned necklace he had stuck in my neck.

You will learn to obey me Allie. Asmodeus's voice sounded clearly and sharply in my head.

What the hell are you doing?! I yelled back at him.

What you should have done as soon as I asked.

You're doing this just so I'll get you out of the freaking wall are you serious right now??

Are you ready to do as you are told?

Am I fuck, let go of me!

I tried violently to free myself but it was like I was made of stone, the only thing I could do was blink angrily and scream profanities at him in my head. He moved my body back into a sitting position before having me stand up. It looked natural on the outside, there was no hint of the internal battle raging between us in my head. He had me walk to him where I stood, glaring at him with unbridled fury and blinking back tears of rage.

YOU ASSHOLE! LET ME GO, YOU CAN'T CONTROL ME. I'LL KILL YOU BEFORE I'LL GET YOU OUT OF THAT WALL, I'LL LEAVE YOU HERE TO ROT AND YOU'LL HAVE TO KNAW YOUR FUCKING ARM OFF TO GET FREE.

He stared unfeelingly into my pained eyes, his were bright and clear and hard as rocks. Wordlessly he commanded my hand to the wall surrounding his arm.

"Free me." He spoke out loud.

NOT UNTIL YOU FREE ME.

He continued to stare at me, and I noticed his eyes soften a little. I began to realize that not being in control was as hard for him as being controlled was for me.

Let me go. I demanded, tears streaming down my face. If you are expecting me to beg you we will be here until we both rot. I thought at him. His eyes searched mine, and I knew he believed me. The coldness seeped away from his expression, and I dropped to the floor, freed from my bonds.