Page 361 - Demo

361me to do, but I absolutely refuse, no matter your promises or pleasures lost. I%u2019m not a demon.%u201dHe drank more of the whisky. %u201cIf you do all I ask, I%u2019ll tell you a dark secret, one I%u2019ve told no-one except a nun at the Convent in Farringdon.%u201d%u201cLook, Betty. I consider myself a good man. The idea of hurting anyone is not something I wish to carry in my conscious. Nothing you can say or do will change that.%u201d%u201cFine. Untie me then please.%u201dHe bent down and undid the ropes, releasing her feet. As soon a they were free, she lashed out with her foot and kicked him in the balls.%u201dHe fell to his knees, holding them and groaning in pain. It was all he could do not to be sick over her. When he recovered , he looked at her and said, %u201cWhy on earth did you do that?%u201d%u201cCome closer so I can whisper,%u201d She said softly. He moved forward still protecting his balls. There was no hands free to deflect the feet that smashed into his face, cutting his lip badly and causing his nose to turn on a tap wanting to drain a local reservoir of blood. He fell back heavily on the floor, his legs akimbo and spread wide. She thrust both feet into his bollocks and he immediately vomited with the pain.She waited as he stood up, sat on the chair, and put his head back trying to stop the bleeding.It took a full five minutes. He picked up the bottle of whisky and drank straight from the bottle; a lot of it before he looked down at her again.She smiled and said, %u201cHow do you feel now?%u201dHe didn%u2019t answer but instead, careful to avoid any likely kick, he grabbed one of her legs, pushed it back over her head and tied it to her Insanity