“This Hell,” he said in a deliberate, mocking voice as he held the left cane up, and then the right. “This your world. In between is big space. Demon no cross. Need human vessel to transport energy.” My face burned with embarrassment and irritation, but I was mostly just pissed that his condescension was turning me on. Then again, maybe it was the tight leather pants. Or both. The whims of my dick always had been an enigma.
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