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

Despite the threat of death hanging over him, Alex was offended that she did not find him attractive at all. Sure, they were different species, but they didn’t look it much. Scarlett strode towards him on her long legs, her luscious breasts bouncing.

Yup, he was attracted to her some.

Scarlett was ten feet away from Alex when she suddenly leapt towards him. Covering the distance in a single graceful leap, her knee connected with his chest. She knocked him to the ground. A hand grabbed him by the neck.

“Any last words?” Scarlett asked, her naked body now resting on him.

Alex totally believed her. The cold look in Scarlett’s black eyes told him she was not fucking around. He needed to get his head back in the game. Otherwise he was going to die. The heat from her body, her breasts dangling above him, it was easier said than done.

Alex closed his eyes. He took a deep breath and tried to relax. He came to the hundredth floor for a reason. He needed to meet with Satani. To do that, he would have to survive Scarlett.

“I did not take you for a coward,” Scarlett said. “You will not face your death with eyes open?”

Alex felt the heat expand from within his heart. It shot down his veins and coursed through his blood. He was going to have to fight Scarlett. The voice in his head was ready. It was eager. But Alex was in an awkward position.

He had to survive Scarlett, to defeat her. But in doing so, he couldn’t kill her either. Satani would not take kindly to her lieutenant’s death. Could he even kill her? Scarlett was insanely strong. He remembered his last encounter with her.

“It’ll be different this time,” the voice said. 

The voice was always over confident. But Alex felt good. He felt strong and powerful. Eager even. He wanted to fight Scarlett.

He opened his eyes and knew instantly that they’d changed. He could see it in her eyes. His two balls of fire reflected off Scarlett’s black eyes. There was more. Her brows twitched. Her grip on his neck loosened. She was uncertain.

The uncertainty was brief.

Her hand tightened around his neck. She was trying to suffocate him. Alex punched her in the face. He struck her left cheek. The force caused her head to snap away. But not more than that. Scarlett promptly turned to look at him once more.

She smiled.

It was frightening.

She really did look like a demon now. Her black pupils extended, reducing the white sclera completely. The edges of her teeth became pointy, as if sharpened by a file. They glistened in the dimly lit room.

“I was going to kill you, but I think now I’m going to hurt you first,” she said, her voice having changed to a rasp.

She climbed off him and lifted him up by the throat without any effort. It was as if he weighed no more than a pillow. Scarlett carried him towards the gap between the wall. His feet dangled inches above the ground. Alex struggled to breath. Just as he was close to passing out, she threw him across the open plan room.

He landed on his back by the door. He should have been really hurt. But aside from his neck feeling a little sore, he was okay. The energy that flowed through his body kept him strong, kept away the pain. He wondered if he would feel the pain later, once this was over.

If he was still alive.

Scarlett stood by the armoury. Her hand passed the long sword and cradled the handle. In the end, she settled for the whip. The black whip had parallel lines of red going from the lash and down the spine to the handle. As she walked towards him, fully naked, she reminded him of a dominatrix.

Scarlett bitch out at him with the whip. It struck him on the chest. His eyes widened in shock as the pain shot to his head. He staggered back. He glanced down at his chest at the spot where the demon had struck him. There was a nasty red gash.

Alex took another step back. He bumped into the door. Turning his head out into the corridor, he glanced at the red glass door. He was tempted to run for it. There was evil in Scarlett’s black eyes. She seemed to have grown taller too. He didn’t doubt she was going to hurt him first and then kill him.

Alex didn’t turn and run. There was too much at stake. If the demon was freed, it could bring war between demons and angels. The two forces would ravage the planet. Billions of human lives were at stake.

He also wanted to kick Scarlett’s ass. Her beautiful curvy ass. He’d love to bend the bitch over his knee and spank her till she cried. He wouldn’t be able to do that while she still held the whip. Alex needed to even the odds. His eyes fell on the armoury.

The longsword.

He was good with a longsword.

He turned sideways to his left and inched towards the armoury, his eyes on Scarlett. If he could get his hands on that sword, he could show the bitch. Scarlett struck her whip. It was a warning strike. She hit the ground an inch away from his foot. Alex wasn’t going to give up. He decided to dash for it.

With the energy of the voice flowing through him, Alex was quick. He made it halfway when Scarlett struck his back. It hurt. But he kept going. His eyes were on the sword and the shield. His outreached hands were inches away from them when he was stopped dead in his tracks.

Scarlett’s whip caught him by the ankle. She pulled. He landed on his face and squashed