Satan's Affair (Cat and Mouse, #0.5)

by H.D. Carlton

“I’m not crazy!” I screech. I take a deep, calming breath and arrange the smile back on my face. “I’m just passionate.”

You can’t hide from fate. That’s the funny thing about destiny, even if you try to escape it, it will always find you.

I love the sight, but it’s not enough.

the feeling of my pretty knife cutting through flesh and bone is making my clit pulse.

That’s okay. I don’t need to be beautiful when I’m doing exactly what I was created to do.

They’re all judged. Every single one of them.

Why let scum continue to live and breathe another day?

Some are smarter, keeping their darkness deep within.

an empty shell of a woman who had little left in her but her aching soul.

They’re just weak.

She’d be real fun to cut up.

Maybe soaking her flesh for a little while to see if that’ll collect the scent.

Fuck what God thinks.

The scar from that isn’t physical, but I feel it in my sick brain.

I love spiders. I love what they stand for. Predators—no matter who or what you are. They’re viewed as dangerous and something to be feared.

She said he was coming here tonight. Her rapist boyfriend will be in my house. And I…

I will cleanse this world again tonight. And set Jennifer free.

Mommy used to read me Red Riding Hood at night, and when I had asked if Daddy was the big bad wolf in her story, she ran out of the room in tears. The next day, she burned the book and said that book was made by the Devil and she should’ve never read it to me.

Funny how something so painful will heal and disappear like it didn’t nearly bring me to my knees.

He’s not God’s disciple. He’s Lucifer’s little bitch.

wanted to rip a couple people’s throats out from laughing at the poor, embarrassed girl. But I refrained because none of them were evil—just callous.

anyone. I refuse to kill innocents. I’m not an evil person.

God, he’s really ugly—inside and out.

This is why I’m here. This is my purpose. To protect my garden of flowers from wilting because of people like Gary and Daddy.

and it was so annoying to knock them out again. Ropes are stashed behind the stairs, ready for when I bring a demon back here.

He’s getting exactly what he deserves.

After I extinguish her shitty boyfriend—I know in my heart she’s going to heal and find someone better. How could she not now that the soul-sucking leech has been ripped from her body and soul?

God help the souls that will feel my wrath.

commit the ultimate sin and kill an innocent person.

But I’m only telling them to try. Whether they’re successful is totally out of their hands.

like she’s retreating in on herself.

A cult!

When a man has eighteen kids, with five more on the way,

listened, but only because the terror in her eyes scared me into silence.

And Daddy has all the control over her. Like a house of cards, if I fail—so will she. And I fail a lot. I think I’m killing my mother.

She was only a child herself when she had me—nowhere close to the maturity she should’ve been when mothering a child.

But you can’t silence heartbreak. It’s loud and painful. Even after you grieve and heal, it lingers in the background, sliding back into your life just when you think you’ve overcome it.

Mommy is well-versed in heartbreak; she’s been feeling it since the moment she lost her life. Now she’s just a shell of a woman, and her soul is ready to find something better.

So, I do the only thing I’m capable of right now. Holding her. Comforting her. Loving her.

But what hurt most is knowing that I spent the entire night staring at my mother’s

dead body and never even realized it.

This is the closest I’ll ever get to heaven while my soul is trapped in this body.

I think that was the nicest thing anyone could have ever done for her. That baby offered her escape, and she took it gladly.

He just doesn’t know how to love the right way. But he’ll learn one day, when he pushes his son too far away and learns to regret his actions.

Maybe she wants others to see. A subtle cry for help.

She’s dead in the eyes. Just like her husband will be if I manage to get him inside my house.

I smile at him, showing him my pretty smile. Mortis always says I have the smile of an angel. Demons love angels.

One has long, beautiful cinnamon colored hair, with light freckles dotting her creamy skin. The other has smooth dark brown skin, light green eyes that steal your breath away and a golden hoop in her nose.

Paya and addy

The man looks left and right, seemingly trying to decide where to go.

Zade

HoT sex