“Did you just say demon?”
“I did.”
“Are you…are you some kind of mental person?”
That earned him another smile, “I am not. He held Chris as if he could’ve held him forever and never tire. Beep. Chris jumped and scuttled backwards until he hit the headboard. “Did you just say demon?”
“I did.”
“Are you…are you some kind of mental person?”
That earned him another smile, “I am not. Christopher was somehow proud of himself for making such a clever analogy. The demon smiled at him and blew him a kiss. You.”
Chris shook his head again. With Ebima on his knees, Chris was looking up at a black rigid 8 ½ inch pole, leaking a bit of precum. “I didn’t…You…I thought-” “You thought?” Ebima waited for Chris to finish, and titled his head when the boy said nothing. He watched dully, as black fingers he assumed were gloves, wrapped around what used to be the top of the front seat door, clenched, and pulled the door back with ease.
