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

by H.D. Carlton

Gripping my pretty knife in my hand, I lean down closely and start working the pointed tip around the edge of the man’s eyeball.

Silly little thing. No one will ever hear you scream.

Must’ve hit a lung. Whoopsie.

“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’re really hurting my feelings, demon,”

“He’s making my dollhouse ugly!”

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.

Sometimes, when I’m really bored, I’ll cut the skin from whatever demon I’ve cast judgement on and use their skin as a dress.

Timothy pulls away, smacking his red-painted lips like he just had the best meal of his life.

Not a single soul passes through the threshold of this house without me casting judgment—determining if evil resides in their soul. As they make their way through the maze of my dollhouse, I watch from inside the walls. They’re all judged. Every single one of them.

fluids in his body were God’s nectar, and the only way to truly bless people with God is by them draining the fluids from him, in whatever form they chose.

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

“Make another noise, and I’ll tell the boys not to reward you with their cocks for a week, got it?”

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.

He’ll be so cute when he’s ripped open, his lifeless eyes staring at me from between my thighs.

That was fucking obnoxious. Good thing she smells like petunias or I’d kill her.

“She was my girlfriend! I didn’t think it was that big of a deal!”

“Not a big deal?” I whisper, shocked by his words.

I will never understand what Jennifer sees in him. There’s no way she has rose-colored glasses on with him. She has dark, black sunshades on. It’s the only way she can look at Gary and not see something revolting.

laugh, though Gary hasn’t even noticed due to his entrails being dragged out from his ass. I drag the bat out, his intestines wrapped around the spikes, and other parts of his innards.

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.

But what hurt most is knowing that I spent the entire night staring at my mother’s dead body and never even realized it.

Jackal eats me alive. Biting and licking every inch of my pussy. My chest heaves, and I want to scream from the onslaught, but I can’t breathe.

I don’t want to be drugged up anymore. The more comatose I feel, the more I start to forget my henchmen.

There’s no way this man gets pussy.

Maybe I’ll suck his dick later to loosen him up so he leaves me the hell alone.

She’s a conniving bitch that’s trying to convince me of false things. Over the past three months, she’s been trying to convince me I’m crazy. Talk of severe psychosis and delusions have fallen from her and the nurses mouths a few times. Dr. Rosie diagnosed me with a bunch of bullshit I wasn’t willing to listen to.

That’s not for you to decide. You’re not the judge and executioner. Yeah, whatever, bitch. I am.

“The outsiders—people that think they’re normal—they don’t understand people like us. We see the world for what it is. This Earth is layered, just like an onion, and we’re only living in one of those layers. Us—we see the other layers. The energies that exist in this world and all the ugly and evil that comes alongside it. These layers are thin and strong entities can walk through the cracks, into other layers and wreak havoc.

Every day, she wears a different color lipstick. She says it brings a little bit of brightness to an otherwise depressing place. I wanted to pluck her pen from her breast pocket and shove it in her throat for saying that.

Crazy people are the most interesting people in the world if you’d just let them be who they are. Medicating and drugging people until they’re mindless zombies would make anyone depressed, you dumb bitch.

woman cannot take a man's seed into her body unwed. If you don’t drink God’s nectar, you will be damned to Hell for all eternity. Don’t fuck without being married, but oh no, if you don’t suck on my cock, you’re the unholy one.

“Sibel. We found your henchmen.” Whiplash. She's jerking me back and forth. I can’t keep up. “Okay, and?” I snap. “Have they been apprehended?” Her lips tighten into a thin line. “Sibel,” she starts again. “They’re mannequins.”

“There were traces of your DNA found on the mannequins, Sibby. Along with sex toys.”