Shatter Me (18+ Only)

Chapter 3

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    "Rut row."

    The Devil narrowed his eyes at me, "Rut row is right, love."

    I felt the unmasked man release his hold on me and take a few steps back. I felt my heart slamming against my chest as I tentatively began stepping back, my entire being was shaking with complete, and utter fear.

    The Devil smirked mockingly as he matched my steps, every time I took one back, he took one forward.

    "E-Easy big boy...the suns getting real low." I held my hands out, hoping a little Avengers quote would make this beast rethink his advances.

    He barked out a humorless, dry laugh, the points of his teeth glinting in the light of the moon as he stared dangerously at me, "Come on, sparky. Show me what you got."

    My body trembled as I held my hands out, urging the sparks to come to life and slam this Transformer to the ground. But no sparks came out, and I was left completely defenseless. I tried to concentrate, I even shut my eyes, but all I could think of, were those steps getting closer and closer to me.

    "Well, this is quite boring. Come on sparky, show me what you got." He mocked, the six men crowded behind the Devils massive figure, watching with anticipation.

    Finally, a small etch of lightning flowed out of my fingertips, and barreled towards the Devil at the speed of light. Instead of hitting him, like I prayed it would, he simply held out his hands, forcing the small bolt of lightning to dissipate in mid-air.

   "Oh Jesus Christ..." I muttered.

    The Devil made a disgusted face, "He has nothing to do with this, sparky."

    "Fuck. Okay, what do you want from me?" I pleaded, watching as the hum of electricity began to dissolve from my body.

    The Devil took another menacing step towards me, until I could feel the heat radiating off of him, my body shook with anticipation as he towered over me.

    "I'm here to collect a favor I granted to your pathetic mother all those years ago. As I'm sure you're well aware, the Devil grants favors, and in return, I collect on those favors. I'm here to collect." His voice was deep and booming, the smell of cigarettes was sharp and overpowering in my nose.

    "W-What do you want?" I asked, my voice laced with fear and apprehension.

"You."

"Me?"

"No, I'm just kidding. I don't want you, but you should have seen your face. No, I'm simply interested. None of my favors have turned out like you. I'm here because of mild interest." I could see it in his eyes, how much he loathed me, how much he hated me. That hate made me want to gouge my eyeballs out with a spork.

"Although I'm flattered by your kind words...I think I'm gonna have to take a pass on your very alluring offer." I said slowly, beginning to back up once more.

    He trailed me like a lion stalking its prey, his eyes were cold and serious, the red in his dark animal eyes grew brighter with every step he took.

    "I don't recall ever giving you an option. There is only one right answer to this." He said lowly.

I frowned, "Is it C? Because usually that's what I put. And if I, for some reason, don't think it's C, then it's probably B."