The Demon

by Hubert Selby Jr.

But Harry would not screw just anyone. It had to be a woman … a married woman.

the thrill of having to take certain precautions so you would not be discovered.

Harry worked in midtown Manhattan, and had to spend almost two hours a day traveling to and from work, he continued to live in Brooklyn with his parents.

And it could not have anything to do with whats-her-name

She put the kid down for a nap and they went to bed, Harry declining the coffee, wanting to be sure to take care of business properly and to leave before there were any embarrassing encounters with her husband.

Harry joined the Lancet Corporation immediately upon graduating from Brooklyn College. He finished college on the GI

She nodded her head and continued to sway with his hand. I'll tell my husband Im going out with the girls from the office.

Ah, tomorrow … another day, another lay … hahahaha, why not?

eye-fucking and open-hand-on-the-thigh routine, carefully

you have more imagination and have the capability of being more aggressive; in other words, you have all the attributes of a successful corporate executive

Lately I cant even find you when I need you, so obviously youre no help to me when something suddenly needs attention.

Consistency is the secret of success, Harry. Its the bottom line to the top.

But he just sat and talked and joked and laughed and had the best time of his life as he fought the demon that was welling up inside him, growing and growling, and causing his inner eye to blink with dismay and confusion.

And no one would know what was said. But the feelings would be remembered, as feelings always are, long after the words and the circumstances have passed beyond recall.

Memories, like ancient history, can easily disappear when their pertinence to today is ignored, and then they eventually reappear and become current events.

he was the newest executive vice-president, the youngest executive vice-president the firm has ever had.

But then he found himself thinking about women; or standing in the doorway of his office looking around and suddenly becoming very aware of the womens legs and the length of their skirts.

Of course he did not get laid every Friday, but that was not important. The important thing was the routine, the game, which allowed him to be free from that constant conflict so he could concentrate on his

And then one Wednesday afternoon he found himself following a woman into a department store.

And it was not with the worlds ethics and morals that Harry was compromising, but with his own. That is what produced the conflict. That is what created the pain.

mind, that nothing was wrong, that whatever was happening was normal and was simply a result of the pressures of his

And he had a wonderful family that he dearly loved and treasured, and they loved him. When he got home at night his son ran (well, maybe he more tottered than ran) to greet him, and his wife always had a big smile and a hug and kiss for him. Success. Yes, he was truly a successful man. How could there be anything wrong?

He did not plan on being in bed with this broad, biting her neck as he fucked her. He knew how he got there, and part of what made him so sick was the ease with which it happened. A smile, a hello, a look and a little conversation and his cock is thrust up her flowing cunt and shes grabbing and groaning as if it were Judgment Day. And he comes, and it seems endless as he pumps his semen into that insatiable hole, and he waits for the feeling of elation, that feeling of relief that follows when more than semen is drained from his body

He rolled over and silenced the voice by stuffing his mouth with a tit. He sucked and nibbled and buried his hand in her soggy cunt and she wrapped her arms around him and clung to him like another layer of skin until he pushed her arms away and rolled her over and forced his cock in her ass and her screams and moans were muffled by the pillow as he tried to ram his pain into her and she met his thrusts with her own violent excitement and it felt as if she would snap his joint off and he wanted to stop but continued until they shook with spasms and were forced into stillness and he could feel his body slowly

He continued to swallow and to shove this demon down without ever acknowledging its existence.

His work seemed to be the only thing that kept him from springing apart, the only thing he could still lose himself in. Day by day he felt himself getting tighter and tighter inside and the pressure that seemed to squeeze his body increased until he felt that these forces surely would destroy him.

The black, festering rottenness that chewed him up and the stench from his own gut that constantly hung in his nostrils. And the more time he spent on the couch the worse it got. The blackness that he felt squirming through him was slowly starting to wrap itself around his head and squeeze it and squeeze it until he thought he would lose his mind and he had to go out into those streets and fuck another pimpled cunt.

Harry continued to stare, his eyes and ears hypnotized by the onrushing train, and he could feel himself being drawn toward the tracks and could feel his body slowly being pulled forward into the path of the oncoming train so that he would be shattered into dozens of pieces and his rotting brain splattered all over the station,

But the inner man knew that when you take something away that a life is dependent upon, you must replace it with something of value.

How he would kill someone had been obvious to him for months. It was simple. And there was no danger of being caught. Most murderers

Harry White was a successful man … and, O God, he just wanted to die … to find relief from this cancer that was eating him … just a little relief … thats all …