Do You Know Indigo?

Chapter Thirty Eight

I positioned myself in front of the substantial rock and sat myself back down. I knew it would only be a matter of time before Devon tried something but at least I would be ready, defended.

I tapped the ground. Devon was keeping me in suspense. I was his entertainment and he would enjoy this. However, If I was going to be assaulted or worse I wasn't going down without a fight. I was Christine Grace Evans and Devon would not break me.

Devon sat smugly in his corner. If he didn't come to me I'd gladly kick his ego in, it was a big enough target. His red eyes sparkled with cunning and mischief. The coin he tossed couldn't be amusing him that much, there was something dangerous being calculated behind those red eyes.

I got to my feet, bringing the stone and lodging it between the wall and I. It dug into my back but Devon couldn't know I was armed. I had been defenceless in my position on the floor, the best I could have done was curl into a ball but with Devon's strength he could have easily prised my limbs apart. Now I could dodge, run and hit him where it might hurt.

Eventually Devon spoke and when he did I readied myself.

"Nate is such a fool. What is love when lust is all anyone needs?" Devon's declaration took me aback but I didn't lower my guard.

Be poised.

Be ready.

"You wouldn't understand Devon. You don't have the capacity to love anything but yourself," I sneered. Devon was such a scumbag. His mind and soul were so twisted he would be forever denied the privilege of knowing love. I pitied him, more than I'd ever pitied anyone.

"Why would you put yourself through the agony? It's insanity. Pure lust demands no commitment but full pleasure." He chuckled vainly. If his head wasn't so far up his own backside, Devon might have seen the glower I marked him with.

Devon was not human; his rotten soul was beyond redemption.

"I can see the curiosity on your face Christine and playing hard to get is over rated." I threw up in my mouth, the proposition revolting. I had no desire for Devon to come anywhere near me.

"Over my dead body," I snarled. He cocked an eyebrow. I didn't see what he found so amusing.

"That can be arranged. I can't imagine the boss would be too happy but he'll warm up to the idea. He was going to have you kill yourself anyway," Devon purred speculatively. "It would entertain me, for sure...although I'm not very good with blood so we're best not to make it too messy. I think leading you to hanging youself or strangling yourself would be the easiest solution - having said that we don't currently have any rope but no matter. Your belt will do." His laughter chilled me. He was insane.

"I will enjoy watching Red end you slowly and painfully when I ask it of him. I'm sure he would not deny me," I hissed. Devon's face fell.

"It never ceases to amaze me how you can challenge me when at any moment I could have you pinned by your throat, begging for my mercy," Devon spat.

"It would be pointless to beg, you don't know what mercy is," I muttered. I felt his patience wearing.

"I save it for special occasions. How your courage and wit does turn me on. How could you not be frightened of this?" He ran his hand down his torso, presenting himself to me.

"You don't deserve my fear Devon. I want to enjoy myself while I still can. If that means tearing your patience apart piece by piece then so be it." In a blink of an eye he was against my body, sniffing at my hair and licking my face. Devon was rancid.

"Oh but your fear smells so good Christine," he groaned. My throat tightened. He was stroking my jaw, stroking what he believed to be his penance. His breath was hot and teasing on my skin. I could hear my heart race. Blood pumped in my ears.