"What did you just do!" I wipe the spit from my face as I darkly glared at the devil. I felt like slapping him for making me feel this way.
"What does it seem like I'm doing?" He smirked at me.
"Go to hell!" Flushed in embarrassment, you hastily rose from the floor making for my axe, but the devil stopped me.
"Let me go!" I tried to get myself off his embrace, but he still held me, showing no signs of letting go.
"You loved it, didn't you?" His voice was a low whisper. His breath on my back made me shiver.
And I had to slap myself for being this way.
Get a hold of yourself, Grys.
"Let me go!"
"You need help, don't you." As he spoke, his hand, went lower.
"Help?"
"Let me go!"
I felt embarrassed as the tightening of my trouser became obvious.
"You said you don't like it, but your body seemed Rather excited, don't you think."
"Let me go!"
