Page 10 of Trust the Fall

His lip curls up into a sinister grin. The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and without moving he somehow manages to do just what I said he never would.

An invisible tongue licks up my cheek, leaving a sticky residue behind.

I gag at the feel of the slimy yet gritty organ as it trails a line up the other side of my face.

He smiles. “I will have you, Victoria. I’ll have you until your organs spill from your orifices.”

My stomach bottoms out at the mere thought and bile rises to the back of my throat, nearly choking me.

“Never,” I groan, battling the need to be sick.

“It appears you don’t know how this works. In Hell, you are powerless. Weak. Unable to fight back. You’re merely mortal.” He chuckles. “In Hell, my kind make the rules.”

I turn my head away, unwilling to show him how unsettled I am. I won’t allow him to win this war of wills. He might have the upper hand, but I won’t go down without a fight.

“I’ll see you soon, Victoria.”

With that, he disappears into thin air, leaving me alone in this Godforsaken place.