The cursed blessing

My first friend

Petra

I watched her punch the jute sack that I filled with sand and couldn’t hide my smile. She got better everyday and deep in my heart I knew that she was something special.

“I will get us some food Aya, stay here and practise until you don’t feel the pain in your knuckles anymore,” I said.

“Yes coach,” she answered smiling.

The time flew by and there was only one more month left till Ayas’ birthday. I needed to think about a present soon. In our situation buying something at a*****e without having a demon master wasn’t an option. So I decided to craft something myself. A lot of New York became no mans land after the demons made it to the top of the food chain. Those areas where the best option I had to search for some material for my present. On my way to area X as they call the biggest abandoned part of NYC I saw a lot of grocery stores, but in front of every single one there was a security demon stationed to make sure that nobody without a contract gets in there. I got lucky because after some time I found a*****e which had an open back door for the delivery van that stood in the side alley.

I tiptoed to the storage room and found the jackpot. Meat and even fruits, that looked pretty decent. Demons live of by raw meat, so they just care to get the best quality for their demon customers. Everything else was really bad quality and they never bothered to offer a variety.

Most of the time they offered apples, pears and tomatoes furthermore bred, some milk, cheese and the leftover parts of animals that the demons did not want. The stores pressed them into some sort of ham and this was the only thing that humans and halfbloods could afford with the little pocket money they got from their masters if they got any. A really luxurious item was pizza because it had a coating of tomato paste, some better quality meat and even some cheese. Personally, I was never able to afford a piece of pizza but now I was so close to get a real piece of rosy bloody, fresh meat.

I noticed a grunting noise coming from the room next door and I decided to take a small look. There was a human woman laying on the desk and a demon was on top of her ramming his c**k into her.

He said in a musky voice,” Do you like it hard, little human. Do you want it harder?”

“Yes master, I want you to do anything you want to me. Take me harder.”

He continued to push his harness deeper into her and licked her earlobe.

This had to be some kind of stockholm syndrome because the woman seemed to enjoy being f****d by her master. She moaned and slid her legs around his waist. Her eyes caught mine and she didn’t reveal me “Uhm aaah master! Faster”, she grunted while watching me. She signaled me to leave and I did. I swore to myself that I will change this sick word and give humans their dignity and rights back. I left with a huge piece of meat, some tomatoes and apples and continued my way to area X.

Every street I crossed reminded me of the past. I had old pictures of the city before the war on my walls in the factory and I wanted this time back so urgently. After another hour I reached area X and started to search for anything useful. House after house and apartment after apartment were empty, which meant that some plunderers were here before me and took everything of value.

A symbol which was carved into a wooden table caught my eye. “Join R” it said.

“Join R, hmm what does that mean”, I asked out loud.

The next house had some fabric left where the curtains should have been. I stepped on a black little coffee table and ripped the remaining fabric of the curtain rod.  There it was again “Join R” on the coffee table. I just couldn’t understand what these carvings meant.

I continued my search and found a rope and some buttons in another apartment and again there were the same letters carved into a table.

I left the apartment and headed down a street when I saw someone out of the corner of my eye. I turned and he or she was gone. A few minutes later I had the feeling that I have been watched but I couldn’t make out the pursuer. I shot fire out of my mark to deliver a warning to whoever was watching me and started to run as fast as my legs could carry me.