Five days have passed since I saw Hercules in the basement, the next morning when I woke up still in the bathtub, Hercules was sitting on the closed toilet, watching me and the panic that I faced the past few hours came rushing back to me again. But he didn’t say anything like I thought he would have, he only turned on the shower that soaked me in my clothes and demanded that I stripped. Every time the devil touched me, I thought about how his hands had been covered with blood and I waited to see red stains on my body from him, but there were none. When he f****d me against the shower wall, neither of us said about that night until when I was close to coming with the devil thrusting hard inside me and his fingers tapping on my clit, he then leaned into me more closely and whispered, “Danie
