Hellhound Read Free Page B

hallway and saw nothing but doors, one after the other. They sat too close together to actually lead anywhere but then again this is Hell and they have to lead to something. Lucifer stopped and then turned, he was a bit dramatic.
    “I am not dramatic, I am theatrical.” He said and I sighed. I might as well speak my mind, he is going to read it anyway.
    He then opened the door and I stared in as I saw my old apartment, it wasn’t exactly a nice place, but it was mine and I was proud to be able to pay for it. Travis never paid for shit and why I allowed him to live there and contribute nothing was a mystery to me. I mean it is a mystery now, it wasn’t then. I never had the ability to say no to him. It wasn’t even the sex really, it was not being alone.  Lucifer turned and smiled at me.
    “Your inability to know your worth was an interesting thing to watch.”
    I looked at him and felt a bit irritated.
    “I realized it, only to late.”
    I then saw Travis enter the apartment through the front door and he stumbled as he tossed his coat to the floor. He paused and rubbed the bulge in his jeans. He was always horny, always wanting to fuck. Unfortunately it wasn’t just me who received this from him. I knew for a good 5 months that he was cheating, but I never said anything about it. I almost felt like I deserved it for allowing him to live with me, eat my food, fuck me and use me up without speaking up about it. I know it may sound pathetic, and perhaps it is, but when you feel like you can’t find better, you accept the bottom of the barrel. I then shivered, as Lucifer was suddenly behind me. He leaned against me and his hands touched the sides of my dress, sliding down the vinyl with a sound not unlike nails on a chalkboard. I closed my eyes as I tried to ignore him. His touch was intoxicating and I almost felt sick to my stomach for feeling that way. He leaned into my ear and his tongue flicked like a snake, his eyes changing color from dark black to red. Then I opened my eyes up as I heard Travis call out as he always did.
    “Halo!”
    I stepped forward and broke Lucifer’s touch as he sighed and watched my ass from behind.
    “Halo! Bitch! Where are you, I want my dick sucked!” Travis yelled out and I knew what this was all too well. This was the night that we had died.
    I watched closely as I saw myself step into the room, my old self, my pre-dead one, pre-getting hit on by Lucifer, the creeper behind me.
    “I am not a creeper.” I glanced at him.
    “You are.”
    “Accepted.” He said.
    “Really?”
    “No, I lie…in fact, I lie all the time. Well, most of the time…oh look.” He said as he pointed towards the room and I looked back.
    I could not believe how tired I looked, but seeing that I was working 4 jobs and sleeping about 5 hours a night it was not really a shock. Travis worked one job, a good one and yet he never paid rent, he never bought food and I could only remember one gift he had given to me. It was a swing, a sex swing that he never even took the time to attach to the ceiling. I had to do that and even then he was a bit lack luster when he tried to fuck me in it. I reached up and touched my arm, squeezing it as the anger started to rise in me. An anger I should have allowed myself to feel all along when I was with him.
    “I would have made you scream in that swing.”
    “Please shut up.” I took one more step forward.
    Lucifer smiled as he stood behind me, his eyes growing a deeper red as my anger fed him. Some of us eat food; he eats anger, fear, hatred. I guess that should not shock me either but I was oblivious to it as he stood behind me and got off on me and my emotions.
    “What hun?” I asked Travis as he rubbed his dick and grinned at me. I remember I could smell the alcohol from where he stood.
    “I need you to suck me off.”
    “I am tired.”
    “What?” he asked me as he stepped forward. I bit into my lip as I watched it play out like a movie before me.
    “Fuck you