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"What's your name?" His black eyes flashed with excitement. "Now this is new. Usually the first few questions are so basic. What are you? Are you here to kill me? What do you want with me? What the hell are you doing in my panty drawer? You know how it goes. But I never get asked my name. That's privileged information little human. You can call me God." He licks his lips and his gaze twinkles as I stare up at him. "Just kidding, he isn't real. You can call me daddy." Before I can help myself a snide comment slips out. "You sure love to hear yourself talk." In seconds my back is pinned against the wall across the room, his hand on my neck holding me there. Leaning into me, he sniffs my neck and smiles as he pulls back slightly, only so our eyes can meet. His eyes roam my body, making me feel as if I'm completely naked before him. Without meaning too, I press my thighs closer together and his fingers grip harder into my throat, I crave a breath of air but the feeling of his skin touching mine is euphoric, I don't even mind that my vision is blurring. "I bet you're feeling sleepy now, right? Not even missing the air in your lungs, I can see how entranced you are by me." He laughs softly as his free hand uses his index finger to trace my lips. "Silly little human, wanted to have a smart mouth before she learns who she's messing with. Let me introduce myself. I'm Hell's finest. A Greater Demon, to be specific. I could make you my bitch, I could make you beg for me, I could make you take your own air. I wouldn't risk pissing me off." He lets go of my neck and yet the air doesn't rush back into my lungs. I begin to panic, no longer feeling at ease with his presence. The all too familiar malicious aura he exudes encompassing me. "Your next question is probably why I'm here with you. And the answer would be, Adelaide Cox, I'm here to take you to Hell."
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