Page 114 of Bound By Lust

“I hear your command, Milord.” He enters the house and it’s just me in the fucker I’ve been dying to kill.

“You shouldn’t have come,” the thing rasps, half his skull exposed, muscle twitching along bone. “You shouldn’t have come!!!” I roll my neck until it pops, the miasma coming in clutch, buzzing and burning under my skin.

“Ohhhhh, you piss mouth smelling son of a bitch… you fucked up. You touched what’s mine…” I snarl and my horns grow, crawling out my skull. My tail gets thicker, slashing the air like a blade, and the stone beneath my feet cracks from the heat pouring out of me.

“You shouldn’t have come!!! You shouldn’t have come! You shouldn’t have come! You shouldn’t have come! You shouldn’t have come! You shouldn’t have come! You shouldn’t have come! You shouldn’t have come! You shouldn’t have come!” it screeches over and over.

“Shut the fuck up. I warned you,” I growl. “I’m going to take my time making an example of mother fucker that don’t know their place and touch what’s mine,” I seethe and lunge, knocking its head off its body.

This son of bitch WILL die today… no matter fucking what.

doodoo

The moment Lord Lust moves, the ground erupts in fire and I don’t even think he realizes it. I’d heard tales of the Demon Kings growing up and have revered them as gods, and I see now why…

I waste no time rushing into the house, shifting into my armor, sneering at the ward placed here. It’s old and nasty, drawn in forbidden ancient magic that even the demon kings forbade, but whoever set this up for Tek did a poor job. I cut through them with a whisper of elvish language and slip inside like breath through cracks, but fucking immediately I wish I hadn’t…

The smell was horrible outside, but inside it’s fucking putrid. Flesh hanging in the open with flies and maggots crawling on them, rotting skulls with eyeball hanging out of the socket, and half sawed off body parts.The destruction in this place…

Slowly, I creep through the house, trying not to disturb anything and solely focused on getting to Jessica. This house, though small, feels infinite. I look through a couple of rooms, but I findnothing but rotting bodies, cleaned bones, and shit I don’t care to name.Where the fuck are you, Jessica?

I can sense her, but I can’t tell the direction she’s in. This house is like a fucking funhouse maze. Due to some odd magic, I can open the same door twice, and the second go around it will lead to a different room. I panic, heart racing, but I try to calm down.Think like you’re on the field…focus… focus… LISTEN… even if a speck of dust hit her…I need to feel it…

“JESSSSICAAAAA! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?! SAY SOMETHING! CALL ME AN ASSHOLE!!!”

Nothing… shit!. What do I do? What do I…

“JESSICA PLAYS FOOTBALL LIKE SHIT! DID YOU HEAR ME?! GIRLS CAN’T PLAY FOOTBALL! THEY SHOULD JUST PLAY WITH BARBIE DOLLS AND SPREAD THEIR L?—

“DUVAL?! WHEN I GET OUTTA HERE I’MA BEAT YO MOTHER FUCKING ASS, YOU LIMP DICK MOTHER FUCKER!”

There!I turn to the door at the far end, opening it, but nothing.Fuck… but I know heard her voice from here…

“OH YEAH?! YOU SAY THAT BUT YOU HIT LIKE A BITCH! AND YOU THROW LIKE A TODDLER!” I call out, listening intently when I hear a growl and chains rattling.

“ON GOD, I SWEAR I FUCKING HATE MEN! I HATE ALL Y’ALL WEIRD SONS OF BITCHES!”Deeper in.I run forward, sawed off torsos be damned, going through another door that’s a nightmarish kitchen. Blood and guts everywhere… but the fucked up part is there are goblins eating guts.

When they notice, they lunge for me, but I swipe them down with ease, severing their bodies in half…this is light workcompared to a fucking Wendigo… I wipe the blood from my face and listen intently…

“YOU DICK IN THE BOOTY, BOOGER-FACED, STANK BREATH ASS…” It’s hard to hold back a smirk because she still going off.It’s no wonder Tek and I fell out for her. She’s fiery and brilliant, but badass.I listen to her rant, and I groan happily, at least knowing she’s safe enough to feel she can go off loudly like this.

Tek chose to become her friend, and I chose to distance myself. I could never be friends with the girl I like… it would be torture, but he chose that route and look where it got him. While I admired from a distance, he kept pining like a lovesick fool. When I saw she was taken, I didn’t care. I still wanted her, until I realizedwhoclaimed her…it was a death wish.

I left the seventh hell’s Mother Tree for freedom. Having lived as long as I have, life has been boring, but when I first saw American football on the dragon orb, I felt excited. After meeting Tek, my first human friend, and then Jessica, my first human crush, I felt happy and alive…but now…

I shake my head, not wanting to think more about it. Humans are very ambiguous creatures and even though I try to step into their minds and banter like them, I still don’t understand fully, but it’s fun. I manifest my spear, getting closer to her, going through another door, expecting to see something grotesque once more, but there she is…

There… on an old metal bed bolted to the floor with thick, rusted cuffs around her wrists and feet that are also bolted to the wallswith thick heavy screws. I see there was no way for her to escape, even with her tenacity. But she doesn’t look up until I speak.

“Jess?!”

She gasps, jerks back, then freezes and cocks her head to the side with narrowed eyes.

“Duval?!” I nod as her eyes dart over my face, taking me in. I know I look unnatural in my kin-form. Exaggerated height, darkened hair and long, pointed ears, but she doesn’t scream. She just takes me in as I make wide steps to go over to her, wasting no time.

“I’m getting you out.” I draw my spear from my back and slam it against the chain.

CLANG.

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