A single light bulb hanging from a long cord beamed dull light down on a sweaty thin head of hair.
The room was
consumed by darkness save that one bulb. It dangled like an uneasy halo. The
head of hair belonged to an unconscious and tightly bound man. A hand from the darkness appeared,
illuminated from the bulb, holding a glass of water. A single flicking motion
sent the water into the unconscious man's face.
The man snapped awake. He quickly
whipped his head from left to right. His eyes blinked rapidly. He pulled at his
restraints.
"Who is there? Help me. What is going
on?" he yelled into the darkness. His voice quivered and quaked. "You can't do
this," his voice cracked. He screamed out in the darkness. His twisting
attempts to escape quickly became more erratic. He looked more confused. He
looked angrier. His head snapped in all directions. His face twisted and contorted.
A fist appeared from darkness and
slammed into the man's left cheek. He cocked his head back into place. The
punch seemed to have settled him. He smiled.
Jacqueline Bloom appeared from the
darkness. He had a second chair in tow and pulled up next to the bound man. He
took a seat. He crossed a leg.
"My name is..."
"Jacquie Bloom, yeah I know," said the
bound man.
Jacquie was surprised but his face would
never show it.
"We've been keeping an eye on you," said
the man.
"I'm flattered, since I've only been
following you for the last couple of days."
The bound man convulsed like he was
going into a seizure. "We hate you humans. Hate. Hate. Hate. You humans. Fuck I
want so badly to murder all your children and bath in their blood, bile, and
innards right in front of your ugly fucking faces."
Jacquie's face remains unmoved, "anything
else?"
"How?"
"Did I track you down? Follow you?
Kidnap you?"
"Yes, how did you do these things?"
"How did I capture a man possessed by a
Lord from Hell?"
"Yes, yes, yes, you stupid fuck! How did
you know. How did you know. How did you knoooooooow!?" The bound man dry heaved
like he was going to throw up but nothing came out but drool at the corners of
his mouth.
"To tell you the truth, Larry, I didn't
really know. You just told me."
"What? What?" his eyes darted around the
room. "Whaaaat?" He stomped his chair and pulled at his restraints.
"Yeah, Lar, you kinda fell for one of
the old tricks. Stop fighting those restraints or I'll cut off your head."
Larry stopped fighting.
"I know you're probably a little pissed.
I'm sure as shit that you're going to be killed by your Demon brothers for
letting yourself be captured by me. So I'm going to indulge you. I'll tell you
how I got you. Then you're going to tell me everything I don't already know."
A low growl came from Larry. It grew
louder and louder. It seemed to surround Jacquie. It seemed as though Demons
had possessed the darkness of the room. The growl was deafening. Larry's eyes
rolled back into his head.
Jacquie got up from his chair. He
snapped his fingers in Larry's face. "Hey, hey, cocksucker."
Larry snapped out of the growl and his
eyes fixated onto Jacquie's glasses.
"Knock it the fuck out."
Larry frowned.
"We got a deal or what?"
Larry nodded.
Jacquie sat back down.
