Eating for Two
Hunger
Bonnie stepped into her downtown Atlanta loft, closed the door and removed her skin, hanging it in the hall closet. She was very glad that the muscles she wore didn't drip blood onto her newly waxed hardwood floor. Part of being completely damned to Hell sucked when your skin was beginning to wear down before being given a new skin coat. Her underworld demon boss, Lawrence, loved to make her wait a little while before giving her new skin. She was fucking pissed that he found it amusing by giving her the skin of a 13 year old boy, 5 foot even with acute acne pock marks, coke bottle glasses and weighing 200 pounds. Sadistic bastard. How was she supposed to find food when no one wanted to come near? The only way she could put in for a new skin was when she had eaten her skin's weight in the opposite sex. So now, a 432 year old straight, dead female was trying to entice teenage girls into spending some "quality time" with him. Since Bonnie was so pissed off at Lawrence she gave her skin the same name. She felt like this was at least a tiny way of getting him back. Bonnie thought that if she joined the science club at the local middle school that she could at least entice some fat chick to join "Lawrence" in the Science Fair. She was guessing the 13 year old Ashley was around 135 pounds. Better than nothing, she thought.
Just as Bonnie was about to walk into her bathroom to take a shower she heard whistling. As she rounded the corner she saw Lawrence, the demon, not the skin, bare ass naked in her bathtub, the water line barely up to his stomach. It totally and completely sucked that he was allowed to look like a god while she couldn't remember her original form.
"Well, well, well my sweet, sweet demonic slave Bonnie. How are you my dear?"
Lawrence spoke with sugary sweetness as he lay back into the tub allowing his waist length red hair to drop into the water. Bonnie wasn't sure, but she thought he dyed his hair this unnatural red just because he thought demons should have red hair. His eyes, however, were backward. The iris like orange fire, surrounded by white all atop a black background. When in public he always wore shades or contacts. Hell must have made some great contact lenses to be able to fix those eyes that were now beckoning Bonnie forward.
"What the fuck do you want, Lawrence? How much of a sadistic bastard are you? Oh, wait. Strike that, you ARE exactly that. I guess the big boss is so happy with you!"
Even though Bonnie had the body of a large 13 year old, well at least the body without any skin on, her voice was the thing she had going for her. Lawrence loved her voice though he had never told her, just as he had never told her that they had once been completely in love with each other. They were both in their own personal hell except Lawrence knew more of the truth than Bonnie.
"I only wanted to stop by to let you know that another amendment has been made to your glorious contract." Lawrence actually hated changing contracts so much. If Bonnie could ever figure out exactly why she was being punished her contract would be null and void. As much as Lawrence wanted her to figure it out so she could be free, he was made to do everything from stopping her from finding the truth. Hell can be such hell to work for.
"Fucking great, Lawrence! I already have to try and seduce some fat ass middle schooler just so I have something to eat! What could you possibly change to make it worse? Oh shit...do NOT tell me I have to have sex with her!"
Lawrence laughed out loud while Bonnie was looking completely sick. If she vomited they would make her lick it up so she held down any trace of yesterday's "meal". She sincerely hoped she hadn't given this jackass any ideas.
"Actually, no." Lawrence replied, with a twinkle in his eye and looking as if he was about to crack up laughing. "You no longer have to eat red meat."
