The Devil's Apprentice by Patrick Stewart (polar express read aloud TXT) 📕

Press any button on the elevator. You can’t go to the hundredth floor. You can’t meet the devil. Are you listening to me, fuckwit?” 

The voice alternated between calm and soothing, to angry shouting and cursing. It wasn’t a great pep talk. But in the end, Alex didn’t need a pep talk from the voice in his head. Scarlett had given him one earlier. When she mentioned how his soul was going to be ripped out.

He was about to reach for one of floor buttons and bring the elevator to a quick stop when he remembered why he hadn’t tried to escape earlier.

“Scarlett will just capture me,” he said. What he didn’t add was that after capturing him, she’d probably hurt him some.

“Don’t worry about the bitch,” the voice replied. “I’ve handled much worse than her. Even trapped in this disgusting body of yours, I can handle the devil’s whores, no problem.”

Alex decided he wasn’t a great fan of the voice in his head. The guy, and it was definitely a guy voice, sounded like a complete douchebag. It was like a terrible character from an American gangster movie about Italians. But Alex decided he didn’t have much to lose. Whether he stayed in the elevator or tried to escape, the worst-case scenario was that his soul was going to be ripped out, right?

He had nothing to lose.

Soul ripped out… what the fuck did that even mean? He let out an involuntary laugh. Scarlett glanced back, that pretty symmetrical face stared down at him. Alex sealed his lips, and tried to look innocent, which did nothing but raise her suspicions.

“Was that a laugh?” Scarlett asked, eyes narrow.

“I… remembered something funny. My cat… it ate its… food,” Alex swallowed nervously. Lying was not his forte, it turned out. “You had to be there,” he added.

“You don’t have a cat.”

“How do you know that?” Alex asked, surprised.

“You are the worst liar in the fucking world. Ever. Fuck me man, you’re so bad at lying… you’re just fucking awful. Fuck. Seriously,” the voice ranted. “Any who, press the button. Stop the elevator!” 

With Scarlett staring at him with her black eyes, eyes that seemed to stare into his soul, to see his lies, possibly even read his mind, Alex decided to take a leap of faith. Literally. Without looking at the panel, he leapt in its direction with his hand extended. He pressed a whole bunch of buttons before he hit the ground by Scarlett’s feet.

From the ground up, Scarlett’s true size and beauty was really appreciable. Her legs just seemed to stretch forever. Her ass was curved to perfection. Her tits were magnificent.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

“Admiring your beauty?” Alex responded. He gave her a smile whilst silently praying he managed to press a floor number the elevator hadn’t passed.

There was a single beep. The silent elevator noiselessly stopped. The doors slid open. Alex looked out.

“Run, bitch!” 

That was a good plan. Alex jumped to his feet and made a dash for it. He got one foot out of the elevator before Scarlett grabbed him by the collar of his t-shirt.

It was a firm grip.

“Fuck…” Alex muttered.

She pulled back. His feet came off the ground as he was flung backwards. His head smashed into the mirror at the back of the elevator. The small of his neck hit the bar that stretched across it as he slid down.

Once more on the floor, Alex looked up as Scarlett towered over him. “I could squish you like a bug.”

“But you’re not going to, right?”

“I haven’t decided yet. My mistress seems to think you have potential. But I don’t see it.”

Potential? Alex was confused. Weren’t they planning on ripping his soul out? He was about to ask the question when he felt this sudden surge of heat. It was like a ball of fire in the centre of his chest. It spread quickly across his body. His aches and pains vanished. Alex felt great. He felt strong and powerful. It was as if his body had just been charged to the max.

“Let's show this bitch who the boss is,” the voice said.

Alex was game for that. Like a superhero, he pushed down with his arms. The strength in them incredibly, he shot up to his feet. Scarlett noticed the change in him. She took a wary step back, as if sizing him up.

Which she did very quickly.

She charged at him. Her hand grabbed him by the throat, her body slammed into his and squished him against the mirror. Alex grabbed her hand. The fire pulsating through his veins, he pulled her hand away from his throat.

“Headbutt her. Headbutt the bitch!” 

Alex slammed his head forward. Scarlett being taller than him, he smashed her nose, then pushed her out of the way. Once out of the elevator, he turned to look back at her. There was a little blood on her nose.

She wiped it away and smiled. “He’s back, isn’t he?”

“Something isn’t right, Alex. Run!” the voice said. 

Alex didn’t need much encouraging. Scarlett seemed to know who was inside him, and she wasn’t one bit afraid. He turned and running to the end of the lobby, he darted down the stairs.

Chapter 7

Alex ran down seven flights of stairs before the voice in his head told him to stop. Alex did stop, but it wasn’t because of exhaustion. The heat and the burning energy inside him had vanished, but Alex still felt great. He could run another seven flights without breaking sweat.

“You’d have to run another fifty flights of steps before we make it to the ground floor. And once you’re down there, you can bet your ass that demon bitch will be waiting for you.” 

“She can teleport?” Alex thought. 

“No, dumbass. She’s going