TW: Implied s****l assault
Three days.
It's been three days since I've seen Asmodeus. I was irritable and in pain. The pesky aches and sore muscles were back. All my limbs felt like lead as I dragged them around behind me during my shift. But I powered through, hating every moment of my existence as I dealt with entitled patrons and Bill's shitty backhanded comments.
I'd done my best to avoid him, but ever since I caught him coming onto Sarah, I felt like he's been watching me. No longer a fly on the wall, I had become an active pest buzzing around his ears.
Maybe I was paranoid.
Or maybe it was the lack of sleep.
After I saw Asmodeus's new form, I expected him to visit me the next night to feed. Indulge me. Take my opportunity to understand him. Prove to him I wasn't going to le
