Special | Colby Brock

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Courtney's POV

I notice that Brennan is holding a body form by the back of its shirt. Quickly looking over the unconscious being, I realize that Sam didn't make it very far.

"What did you do to him you jackass?!" I attempt to scream.

"I did what was necessary. He was snooping in places where he shouldn't have." Brennan says as he shrugs and let's go of Sam's shirt.

I wince as I watch his head crack against the concrete floor.

Sam, I am so sorry that you have to go through this.

I look at Brennan then back at Sam and realize there is a slight trickle of blood coming from his blonde hair. Brennan then proceeds to grab a chain with and ankle cuff and attaches it to Sam's limp form.

"Now don't have too much fun while I'm gone you filthy rats." Brennan chuckles as he heads back towards the staircase and upstairs.

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Satan's POV

I can sense Courtney somewhere in the house. I walk around slowly when I hear the creak of a door in the kitchen. I walk back towards the kitchen and see Brennan walk across the kitchen to the sink.

"Hey babe." I say, trying to hide the hate in my voice as I fake a smile. I see him jump before turning his head to see me standing in the walkway to the living room.

"You scared me baby. I wasn't expecting you." Brennan says as his eyes flick to the cracked open door he just came from.

"I wanted to surprise my favorite person. Is that ok?" I ask as I continue to watch his every move.

"Well of course it is babe. It's just...a little warning would have been nice." He laughs.

"Well then it isn't a surprise then is it?" I respond as I start to walk slowly towards him, carefully calculating my next move. I slowly reach my hand towards his face and ever so lightly graze a finger on his cheek.

Zap!

He jumps a bit. "You shocked me!" He exclaims as he rubs the spot where he got shocked while smiling slightly.

"Oops sorry." I chuckle as I slowly trail my finger tips down his torso before they come to rest on his hips. I watch him glance down at my hands and their current placement before he looks back up at my face with a smug little grin.

My fingers start to walk their way up his torso under his shirt where they settle on either side of his ribs.

"I'm sorry puddin'." I say as I watch his face carefully. His face twists in confusion before he asks, "What for babygi-" he tenses up suddenly as if he had been tased, before he can finish his sentence. I simply let him drop to the floor. On his way down, he ends up hitting his head on the marble counter, causing him to become unconscious.

"Oops." I say sarcastically before grabbing his arm and dragging his limp form towards the door in the kitchen and down the stairs. Smiling a little every time I hear his head smack one of the stairs.

Once I reach the bottom, I pause and take in the sight in front of me.