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At least she'd made rent. She also had enough to buy more Vicodin. Maybe she'd even splurge and get a bottle of whiskey. Hit that hard enough, and she might pass out and never wake up. Now that would be the perfect ending to the day. She'd probably have to take the whole bottle – of both – but damn. That sounded like a plan.
With the demon pixie on his sofa, curled around the gargoyle, he'd lost both his couch and his blanket, but she looked like she was truly resting. Damn, it felt good to make her life a little easier.
"Please! I've been so good. I've never done anything bad. I just like games. I didn't mean to. Don't, no, no, no, no, no, no, please, no! Please, please! Oh, god, no!" The last word turned into a full-throated scream. First, it was terror, then pain, then the kind of soul-wrenching sound that no human should ever make. She screamed with her entire body, twisting with the cries, but still, she slept.
"We'll call it Flawed, and if you're not around to help, I'm putting your name in the credits."
"Just call the CEO of Deviant Games like he's my best friend? Or his girlfriend?" "CFO, actually. Dez is CEO now. It's not like we're a big company."
If that girl kissed him, he would be hers forever. Hell, he already was. She saw him. She was the one person who always saw him, and he was going to make sure she didn't forget it.
Ever since that night he'd dared her to take control, something had changed. His little Sugar wasn't meek. She'd found whatever it was that gave her the ambition to fight back.

