CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Something pulled my limbs like a game of tug-of-war. I felt as if my arms were going to be ripped out of their sockets. I was stretching muscles that I didn't even know existed.
I hung suspended in the air like a strange crucifixion, ready to pop at any second.
If the archdemon was going to do it, I hoped he would do it quickly. But knowing demons, he wanted to see me suffer. He was enjoying every moment of my agony. If the archdemon had a face, it would be pulling into a sick and twisted smile full of ugly sawteeth right about now.
The archdemon’s giant shell shook with rage as the demon launched into a spell in tongues. Every syllable of the harsh demonic language grated against my ears. Whatever it was, it didn’t sound good.
I was beginning to hate the demon la
