With excited giggles, I find my little hidden entrance and crawl through. The doors are only three feet tall. It’s a little awkward to drag the demons through, but I usually don’t have too much trouble.
Once I’m inside the room, I run up to Jackal, grab his face and bring him down to my level. I brush my lips against his softly, before deepening the kiss and plunging my tongue in his mouth. This time, I don’t mind the fake, nasty blood on his mouth. Jackal groans, licking at my mouth eagerly. His cock hardens in his trousers, pressing against my stomach, the entirety of his body molding to mine.
I rip myself away from his mouth, panting and needy. As much as I’d love to pull down Jackal’s pants, get on my knees and suck on his cock, I can’t right now.
I have a job to do, and I need to hurry before more guests walk in.
Screams are sounding from all around the house. It’s only a matter of time before I get caught.
After some maneuvering, I lift Gary up from underneath his arms and drag him towards the door.
I’m a lot stronger than most would give me credit for. My height doesn’t crest past five-five, but I’ve always insisted on carrying the demons once they’ve been knocked out. Most of the time, I’m the one doing the knocking out.
My henchmen will do anything for me, but I like to take care of them myself. They risk enough for me. If anyone ever walks in on us, it’ll be me dragging them off into the depths of this house—not them.
It takes me thirty seconds to drag him up to the small door, crawl in and then drag his body in after me. I shut the door, pick him back up and drag him off towards the stairs. Just as the door shuts behind me, a group of people bursts into the room, screams still trapped on their tongues. I leave my men to their jobs while I wrangle Gary down the hallway. There’s a small alcove by the stairs big enough to fit a small group of people.
I work quickly, having learnt my lesson already. There’s been a time or two where they’ve woken up in the middle of me tying them up, and it was so annoying to knock them out again. Ropes are stashed behind the stairs, ready for when I bring a demon back here.
I tie each of his legs to the wooden chair leg in an intricate knot. It took me a bit, but after the first year in Satan’s Affair, I mastered tying a knot so well—they had no chance of escape. I tie his arms behind the chair’s back, and then I pin his torso to the chair by wrapping a larger rope around his chest.
His head lolls and drool gathers in the corner of his mouth. Soon, it’ll start trailing out. Curling my lip in disgust, I grab my roll of duct tape, tear off a strip and slap it on his acne-ridden face. His screams won’t be completely silent, but they’ll be muffled enough that they’ll be swallowed up by the other screams going on around the house.
No one has ever heard a demon calling for help in my house. And they never fucking will.
I bound off towards the room I know Jennifer is working in. I want to stay close to her to make sure she’s doing okay. I don’t know her, nor does she even know of my existence, but I feel the need to comfort her. So badly, I want to tell her that I’m taking care of her—that she no longer has to worry about her rapist.
He’s getting exactly what he deserves.
After I extinguish her shitty boyfriend—I know in my heart she’s going to heal and find someone better. How could she not now that the soul-sucking leech has been ripped from her body and soul?
I find her in my playroom, hiding under the bed. Once a group arrives, she’ll crawl out from under the bed, her limbs distorted as she chases after them. I overheard her saying before she used to be a gymnast. No one does this job better than her.
We wait for a few minutes before we hear a loud group coming down the hallway. I press myself against the peephole, keeping my eye on the space Jennifer is going to crawl out of.
The group barrels in the room, stumbling like a bunch of drunk fools as they scream and push each other to get away from the monster chasing after them with a chainsaw. They’re guaranteed to come in this room since Jackal is posted up at the end of the hallway, keeping anyone from wanting to come near him.
On cue, Jennifer’s distorted body comes crawling out from under the bed. A redheaded girl screams, the pitch of it making me cringe away from the wall.
That was fucking obnoxious.
Good thing she smells like petunias or I’d kill her.
The group of girls push and shove at each other as they run towards the exit, avoiding Jennifer like the plague. They fling up the other door, the wood bounding off the stopper. If there wasn’t one, the wall would have a permanent imprint of the door in the cheap drywall from how hard people open the door.
Once they’re out, Jennifer gets up and softly closes the doors again. Her face is hidden from view as she does, her movements slow. I hold my breath, hoping to see her normal happy face. But when she finally turns, tears are gathered in her lids.
I frown, my heart dropping.
Why is she crying? I saved her! She should be rejoicing.
She sniffles, carefully wiping her eyes before the tears fall and ruin her makeup.
Is she… she couldn’t possibly be upset that her boyfriend didn’t show up? He raped her! How could she be upset
