Roman
The TV is blasting in the bedroom.
The noise allows me to step into the room, climb the bed and hook a rope on the ceiling. Liam Davis is busy brushing his teeth, wearing a face mask.
I light a cigarette and sink back on the couch.
When Liam steps out of the bathroom, he screams and drops his towel. I look down at his little dìck before he grabs the towel and wraps it around his waist. He tries to compose himself as I blow smoke in the air and switch off the loud TV.
"Good evening." I smile. "Liam Devil."
"Who are you!" He demands. "And what are you doing in my room!"
"Angel of death." I wink. "That's my name. And I'm here to drag you to hell, sweetheart."
He gasps in horror when I draw a gun from my coat.
"Sit down." I point to the bed. "Let's chat."
Liam sits on the bed
