I fell silent. It was true. He smirked, sensing victory over our petty argument. "Which also means you'll have to obey my every whim. I can bend you to my will, make you my slave," he taunted, sliding closer.
"Free will! I have free will!" I protested, in distraught. I was a fish out of water, completely an endangered rabbit in the grip of the cobra's black coils.
His fangs gleamed.
He delicately touched my heart.
"But I hold your life in my hands."
"I don't care," I glowered.
Samael grinned crookedly, gathering me in his arms and resting against me. "I do. Now kiss me, maggot."
"Fat chance."
"Chance is a skinny bitch."
"It's an expression- mmf!" I was muffled by his lips. Not that I really minded.
My body snuck off the couch downstairs, out the door, snickering. My brain was heavily sedated. See, I told you: he's hot, my body whispered.
