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

A moment later, and Alex heard them too. Footsteps… She turned and walked towards the door. Her body covered the gap and she poked her head out into the corridor. There was someone there. They exchanged whispered words.

Alex couldn’t hear what they were saying, nor could he see the other person. But he could see her. She was wearing a short silky chocolate-coloured backless dress. It was split along the sides, exposing her thighs, but hugging her curvy bottom. She was unreal, like every pervert’s wet dream…

She closed the door and turned. “They’re looking for you,” she told him. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” Alex said. “I didn’t do anything.”

She strode towards him. “You can tell me,” she said, her voice sultry.

Alex took a step back. The back of his knee hit the edge of the bed and he fell on it clumsily as his hands flapped about. The girl didn’t hesitate in climbing the bed. Her short dress rose up her thighs as she parted her legs and sat on his hip.

“You can’t go back on your deal with the devil,” she said. Her voice still sultry, she lowered her chest and brought her face close to his. Her dress’s plunging neckline struggled to contain her full breasts.

“I didn’t make any deal with the devil,” Alex mumbled, trying his best to maintain eye contact.

“It’s not so bad having your soul taken,” the woman continued as if he hadn’t spoken at all. Her hips slowly rubbed against his pelvis as her breasts brushed against his t-shirt. “I really want to see what you’ll look like once you’ve gone through the change,” she whispered in his ear.

As her face moved in front of his, her lips only inches away, Alex forgot all about the devil that was to tear his soul out. He forgot about Scarlett and the danger his life was in. There was only one thing on his mind. The girl that rested her body on top of his. She had an intoxicating scent, her lips hovering above his, Alex wanted to taste her, wanted to hold her tight and kiss her.

The thin shoulder straps of her dress slid down her arms. She was braless underneath, and her perfect breasts spilled out. She adjusted herself and pulled her dress down to her waist before she lowered herself once more. Her small perky nipples brushed against his cheeks. Alex opened his mouth and took the left nipple, sucking on it gently, he breathed deeply his eyes closed.

She ran her fingers through his hair, he let go of her nipple as her body slid down. Her lips pressed against his. Their tongues met. It was Alex’s first kiss. She tasted like strawberries. She was soft, gentle, intoxicating.

His hands grabbed her by the waist, then moved down to her hips. He tugged at her dress, trying to pull it away. So into the moment was he that he did not hear the door open. He did not hear the footsteps entering the room.

The girl suddenly pulled back, her body still resting on him, she stared down at him with her piercing blue eyes. “We can continue this after,” she whispered.

She rolled off him and lay on her back. Her shoulder rubbed against his. No longer blocking his view, Alex stared at the door and the angry red woman that stood there.

He’d been betrayed by the woman beside him.

“Sup,” he nodded at Scarlett.

“I’m going to hurt you,” she growled.

Scarlett moved aside and two men stepped into the room. Both of them were human looking but tall and beautiful. They were like male versions of the girl he’d just been kissing. They grabbed him by the arm and easily hoisted him to his feet. Alex didn’t even bother trying to resist. Without the voice in his head, he didn’t stand a chance.

And the voice in his head was gone, wasn’t it? He couldn’t feel it’s presence.

“Hello?” Alex thought. 

Yup - no response.

The girl lying on the bed gave him a wave. Smiling, she looked both angelic and cute. “You can’t go back on your deal with the devil.”

“I didn’t make a deal with the fucking devil,” Alex muttered as they dragged him out of the room and down the dimly lit corridor.

Chapter 8

 

 

 

Alex was back in the elevator with the golden doors. The small of his back was pressed against the metal bar that stretched from wall to wall. The two men stood on either side of him, stilling holding him firmly by the arms. Both guys were above six foot five, and with Scarlett an inch or two taller than them, Alex was feeling a little inadequate.

On the elevator panel the number one-hundred button lit up. The elevator came to a silent stop. The doors parted. The two men dragged him out and into the lobby. The decor was similar here as it was on the ground floor. The walls were of red sandstone dotted with silver scones holding black torches flaming dark red flames.

At the end of the lobby was another desk of dark wood behind which sat another woman. This one had light blue skin. Beside her was a red glass door.

“I’m not going to run,” Alex promised, hoping the two dudes would let up some.

Scarlett glared back at him, her teeth set, she looked ready to eat him. Once at the red door, it slid open to reveal a dark lobby.

It was nicer here.

The floor was of dark wood with parquetted octagrams every ten feet apart. The walls were red but unlike the others, the cornice moulding contained the same octagrams. Five inches wide, they touched one another, the tips linked to create an endless chain. The torch holders rested on golden scones. The red flames burning off the torches sparkled in the reflection.

There