Satan's Affair

I’ll definitely have to bring in reinforcements. I just don’t know how to do this without attracting unwanted attention.

Huffing, the scarred man charges towards me. I raise my hands in a defensive move, but he smacks them away, wraps his calloused hand around my throat and slams me into the wall. Before I can lodge my knee deeply into his balls, he leans down and speaks lowly in my ear.

“Listen to me and listen to me carefully. We have a common enemy here. Those four men are extremely dangerous and sick men. You’re vastly outnumbered, and while I can take on four decrepit men, you would make my life easier if you’d help. So, let’s set our differences aside for the time being, kill these assholes together, and then you can try and fail to murder me after? Deal?”

My mouth slackens, shocked by his proposition.

Never, never, did I think this would happen.

A throat clears from in front of me. I peek over the man’s shoulder to see the four men starting to drift towards the door. The husband has his wife’s bicep firmly clasped in his arm and is starting to drag her towards the door.

Just like Daddy.

Making a split decision, I grit out, “Fine. We’ll knock them out. I can get them inside the walls and keep them there until the fair shuts down. But I promise you this, I will not fail when we’ve finished. And I will kill you.”

He doesn’t acknowledge me. Instead, he steps away and charges towards the first man within reach. They scatter like cockroaches, all skittering towards the two doors.

If I had my henchmen with me, this would be over far quicker. But a large part of me is very curious about the scarred man that broke my nose, and so I keep my henchmen away for now.

I run after the man closest to me. He doesn’t even see me coming, too intent on getting away. I grab his jacket and press my fingers into his pressure point.

He drops, and I move on to the husband.

“Not so fast, asshole,” I snap, grabbing him by the back of his suit jacket. His wife screams, startled as her husband is jerked away from her. He grips her arm harder as I haul him backwards, causing her to stumble and fall on her knees.

I gasp, appalled by what he just did.

“That was not nice!” I bellow, slapping the man across the face. The husband fights me, but my finger is pressing into his pressure point and he’s dropping like a sack of potatoes within seconds.

When he drops, the wife’s screams die, but the fear has her scrambling away.

“Hey!” I shout, right before her hand clasps the doorknob. She pauses, and looks over her shoulder at me. She’s trembling, and I’m concerned she’ll go into shock soon.

“You won’t have to worry about him anymore, okay?” I say, pointing towards her unconscious husband. Her eyes follow my finger. She looks at her husband with a mixture of fear and relief. A battle wages in her eyes. To save him or leave him. But we both know what she’ll decide. If she leaves, she’s free. Free. I’ll never forget my first taste of it, and I’m very sad I won’t get to witness hers.

“What are you going to do?” she asks finally, her voice trembling.

“Don’t you worry about that. Just rest assured, you will never see him again. And you can live in peace now. But if you tell anyone about this and what happened, I’m afraid I will have to fix that. Don’t make me regret letting you go.”

I don’t kill innocent people. But in this case, letting her go is a gamble.

Her green eyes hold mine for all of two seconds before she’s muttering out a, “I promise,” and scrambling out of the door before I can change my mind.

“You do realize that was stupid, right?” a deep voice says from behind me. I nearly jump, twirling to see the scarred man standing before the four unconscious men.

“Would you have killed her?” I challenge.

He doesn’t hesitate. “No. But I certainly wouldn’t have let her run free, either.”

Before I can ask what the hell that even means, he’s leaning down and picking up one of the men by the collar of his shirt and dragging him towards my crawlspace door.

“Let’s hurry up, please,” he grits through clenched teeth.

I let it go for now, and hurry through the door and drag the man in. One by one, he drags the men over, and I slide them into the hallway.

“I got it from here. The fair closes at eleven o'clock. It’ll take the staff about forty-five minutes to clear out so meet me back here at midnight,” I instruct. Just before I close the door, I remember myself and open it back up. He’s halfway through the exit door when I stop him.

“Hey!” He turns to me. “What’s your name?” I ask.