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

and I lay there on the wet sand, my hand on my twat. Eventually, as the next tide came in and smashed me in the face, I opened my eyes and climbed to my feet. 

I did a quick search for my backpack. It should have been a few feet above me, where I’d left it. It was gone. In its place was an A4 sized paper held in the sand by a stick dug right through the middle. 

I rushed up to the note. Written in typed bold headings were the words: 

 

Run home, my naked girl. 

Alex closed the document and leaned against the backrest. Chrissy was supposed to send him a fantasy novel she’d been working on. There had not been any fantasy in what he had read.

Unless, they were Chrissy’s sexual fantasies? Was that what she had meant? The conversation he’d had with her in the coffee shop replayed in his mind. He shook his head in confusion. No, it couldn’t be that. It was more possible she simply attached the wrong document.

The writing had turned Alex on some. As he closed his laptop, his thoughts drifted to Jessica. He wondered if she was into the BDSM stuff…

Chapter 16

Jessica didn’t come home that night. Nor did Karen come to visit. Alex ate pretty much everything in the fridge, then fell into a deep slumber. He woke to another beautiful summer’s day. A rarity in London.

Climbing out of bed, Alex stood in front of the floor length mirror. He expected to see further change in his body. He could feel it. But the face that stared back at him in the mirror still caught him by surprise.

He’d grown stubble.

Alex could grow facial hair, but it was nothing to write home about. It was thin strands of hair uneven all across his face with large bare patches in-between. Every attempt at growing a beard made him look like a pedo. Or homeless. A homeless pedo.

But this was magnificent. Alex raised his chin as he stared at his reflection. Whilst the slight stubble did accentuate it, his jawline was much more defined in its own right. His arms, chest and leg had grown some more too. There was proper definition to his muscles even without needing to flex them.

Alex felt great. With the sun shining outside, he decided to make the most of it while it still lasted. He knew sooner or later, Karen was going to come looking for him to drag him back into the life of a Demon Hunter.

* * *

It was the cafe Alex decided to head for. The one he frequented regularly. The one where Madeline worked. Gain ten pounds of muscle, she’d said. He’d done much more than that. Tall and with a chiselled jaw, he looked every part the Demon Hunter.

With his laptop in his backpack, he headed out. The cafe was a short walk from his apartment, but en route, he managed to walk past an angel. It was a female and she was… angelic. Beautiful white wings, long full hair, skin literally glowing, Alex inadvertently flashed her a smile.

She ignored him completely.

Though it did hurt his confidence some, he was glad for it. He might look the part, all tall, dark and handsome, but he did not have the attitude that came with it. Had she smiled back, or stopped to talk with him, it would have been painfully awkward.

At eleven in the morning, the cafe was completely empty. Madeline was seated on a stool behind the counter, her eyes glued to her phone. He was relieved to see that she was still pretty. He feared after his experiences with Jessica and Karen, Madeline wouldn’t seem much. He was wrong. She was still very hot.

He stood by the door, waiting for her to notice him.

She did not. Her eyes remained glued to her phone.

Alex remembered how shit Madeline’s customer service was. The only reason she kept her job was probably because her manager fancied her. That, and she brought in hapless customers like him.

Formerly hapless. 

Alex thought about clearing his throat to draw her attention. It was his lack of confidence that held him back. In the end, he walked towards his favourite corner and settled himself on the black leather sofa. He pulled his laptop out and placed it on the oak wooden tea table.

He logged into his email. His eyes fell on the one sent by Chrissy. She’d asked for feedback. Alex wasn’t sure how to give it. What should he say? That he loved it? That she did a great job of showing, not telling? That now he was thinking of her naked on the beach, tied to the poles, her legs spread apart, welcoming, desiring, begging to be used, to be abused?

It hit Alex quite suddenly.

Chrissy’s boyfriend Jamie was a demon.

It was illegal for demons to date humans. It was also illegal for them to use their powers on humans. Considering how enthralled both Madeline and Chrissy were with Jamie, the demon must have used some sort of hypnosis power. He wasn’t that good looking.

Talking of Madeline, the phone-addict finally noticed Alex. She stood at the other end of the tea table, note pad in left hand, pen in right, her mouth hung open as she stared.

“Alex?” Madeline asked.

Alex smiled. “Can I get the usual?”

“Uh… yeah… usual.” Madeline blinked, then scribbled on the notepad. “Alex…” she said his name once more as she stared at him. “The usual… right.”

She turned and bumped into another table as she made her way back. As per the norm, she wore a short black skirt and a tight white shirt. She gave the black leggings a miss today, revealing her naturally tanned smooth skin. Alex was tempted to follow after her and pull