The Deal 2: Hell on Earth [Missing Chapter 13]

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"Hey...Hey!" Vic's demanding voice entered my mind.

I sat up with a start, almost knocking into him. I looked around quickly, taking in my surroundings, where I was, what felt normal but at the same time so wrong. I was sweating and disoriented, breathing heavily as I calmed down. Vic was in bed with me still. It was dark but the door was open, letting in light so I could see him.

"What?" I asked him.

"You were having a nightmare." He said.

"A nightmare?" I questioned, "No...that wasn't a nightmare."

Every little detail of what I just dreamt about came rushing right back to me and I felt like laughing. I was also embarrassed. I looked down quickly at my lap. I wasn't giving anything away. Good.

"You were crying." He told me.

I felt my cheeks and sure enough there had been tears there. I wiped them away in confusion. That was when I felt the headache, or at least what was left of it. I must have had it while I was sleeping, but it didn't hurt anymore. I had been having quite a few headaches lately. I hoped I wasn't coming down with anything.

"What were you dreaming about?" He asked.

"It's embarrassing." I murmured.

"Tell me." He said in that domineering tone. I knew he wouldn't let this one go and I suppose the dream wasn't that bad, so I took a deep breath, preparing myself for him to make fun of me.

"Okay so...in the dream..." I paused and he was looking at me impatiently, silently telling me to get on with it.

"Well...we were demons in hell..." I started and as I relayed the story to him it was like I was back there.

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'Vic...' I called out in my mind, 'Oh Vic...'

In the back of my mind I heard him telling me to shut the hell up and be patient. Patient wasn't a word in my vocabulary these days. Oh no, there was nothing keeping me patient, not since I turned into a demon.

'But I'm hard again and I need you.' I told him.

'We finished up ten minutes ago and I'm busy.' He responded.

I pouted to myself as I flung myself down on our bed. Here I was all alone in our bedroom as he dealt with what he called 'important' business with Satan. This wasn't fair. I just needed him for a little while, that was all. He knew I had needs. It was his damn fault that I had needs. This kept happening. Every time I'd need him he'd disappear. I supposed it was a little unfair that I seemed to need him 24/7 lately. Apparently I had even gotten into the happen of sleep sex.

'Fine,' I thought to myself but made damn sure he could hear me, 'I'll just do it myself.'

I slipped my hand beneath my boxers and touched myself. It didn't take much these days to get myself worked up and in a matter of seconds I was breathing heavier with my head tilted back. Being a demon was damn hard work sometimes.

I wish I knew back when I was a human that I didn't need a pentagram and a spell in another language to summon a demon. Apparently all it took was having a little fun without him to get his attention. Just like I suspected he would, Vic appeared hovering above me.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked. He grabbed my wrist and shoved it away from my body.

"What else am I supposed to do? You're neglecting me." I said.