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

She removed her sunglasses. As they came off her eyes, they vanished into thin air. She had black eyes that seemed to stare past his flesh and into his soul.

“Alex, I’m here to collect your soul.”

There was a squeak to his left. It came from Lucy. Alex wanted to laugh, not because it was funny, but because she was right. Apparently, his dad really had sold his soul to the devil. And then he realised he couldn’t laugh. He couldn’t move either. His entire body was rooted to the spot, frozen stiff.

“Come,” the red-skinned devil woman said.

She turned and walked out of the kitchen. From the corner of his eyes, he could see Lucy waving at him. Clearly, she wasn’t petrified.

His legs suddenly began to move. Alex wanted to scream in fear. He didn’t want his legs to move. But he couldn’t scream. Was he under a spell? Had the devil woman taken control of his body?

He made it to the living room door when he felt it. A sudden surge of heat appeared within his chest before rapidly spreading outwards.

“Run, Alex.” 

Alex turned his head to look back at Lucy. “Did you tell me to run?”

She shook her head. “But I think you should,” she hissed. “That woman said she’s here to collect your soul… why are you following her?”

“I had to follow-”

Alex stopped as he realised that not only could he talk, he could move too. He didn’t know where the voice that told him to run had come from, but he was going to listen to it. The devil woman had reached the front door. She had her back towards him.

Alex darted the opposite way.

He made it to the locked kitchen door when he felt it surround him. It was like being in the centre of an invisible mini-tornado. Alex knew it was there. This powerful air rotating around him, waiting for him to reach for the door, waiting to snap off his arm if it dared.

“That’s never happened before,” the devil woman said. “Turn,” she commanded.

Alex tried to resist. The invisible tornado that previously surrounded him, it now pressed against his body like a densely packed pocket of air. That air was forcing him to turn. The little particles of air pushed and pulled simultaneously at his body.

Alex came face to face with the devil woman once more. Once more he was taken aback by her presence. Tall and powerfully built like an imagined Amazonian, she was beautiful and frightening in equal measure.

She reached a hand out with a finger extended. The nail was painted black. She brushed the tip down the side of his face and moved closer to him. Her large breasts were level with his face. “You’re surprisingly strong for such a scrawny body.”

“Thanks,” Alex mumbled. He stared up at her eyes, so black and so deep. “You’re uh… you’re not bad yourself. Love what you’re doing with the… what are you doing? Why can’t I move?”

“When I tell a human to follow me, they follow.” Her hand moved to his chest. Her nails tore through his t-shirt and dug into his flesh. “You did not.” She leaned in, her lips at his ears. “Tell me, is he inside you? Is he back once more?”

“I-I don’t k-know what you’re talking a-about,” Alex stammered.

The devil woman inhaled deeply, as if taking in his scent, as if trying to sniff out this someone that might be inside him. Apparently unsatisfied, she stepped back. Her hand was no longer on his chest. The pocket of air that surrounded him also vanished. It caused Alex to hit the ground hard.

He remained there on the ground and leaned against the kitchen door. He’d banged his head during his fall. His head throbbed. Lucy stood silently with her back pressed against the kitchen sink. He could feel her eyes going from him to the devil woman.

Alex only had eyes for the devil woman. For some unknown reason, she was taking her clothes off.

“What… what are you doing?” Alex asked, half troubled and half turned on as the devil woman’s skirt dangled by her ankles. She kicked it off, along with her red high heels. It was the shirt that followed next.

Her underwear was like nothing Alex had ever seen before. Her bra and panties were both made of a silver mesh. He could see her nipples and the dark line that resembled the slit of her vagina.

 “Get up. We’re going to battle,” the devil woman announced.

It was then did Alex understand that her underwear was in fact made of chainmail. He couldn’t see how it was effective as it left large parts of her body, in fact most of it, uncovered. It was probably uncomfortable as hell too. Though, as she stood towering over him, she didn’t seem that uncomfortable. She held her arms out, and like something out of an X-Men movie, her nails began to extend. The tips were now razor-sharp.

“Uh, how about we don’t battle?” Alex asked. He scrambled to his feet. His back was pressed against the kitchen door. He felt for the handle and tried it once more. Yup. It was still locked. “I don’t really want to hit a lady. I’m kinda chivalrous like that…” he flashed her a smile.

The devil woman looked back at him much like a hungry animal did at potential food. She was going to devour him and not in a good way.

She charged at him; her shoulder slammed into his stomach. There was one positive to this. The kitchen door was no longer blocking his exit. It had broken off. Alex groaned as he rolled off the door and right into the overgrown weed in the back garden.

Alex tried to climb to his feet but stumbled and landed flat on his face. His