Theo – Part 7

The time it took to signal down to Skinner and look back up, was the same time it took for everything to go wrong. Theo almost slipped when he looked back through the paneled glass window. Instead of just the one person in the room, there was now a second. The boy was still standing in the center of the room, but at his feet knelt a woman. She was young, attractive, and very-well chested. Her lilac dress strained to keep from tearing against the curvy woman’s figure and long auburn hair flowed down to the ground in long locks.

Theo stared in disbelief, where had this woman come from? It was as if she had apparated from thin air. He quickly looked down to signal Skinner and his men, but it was too late. They had begun their mission and not even one remained outside for Theo to warn, shouting for them seemed a bad idea.

“Fuck” Theo cursed under his breath and was starkly aware the woman in the room heard him somehow? He lowered himself swiftly from view when the woman looked up. Theo listened intently, pressing an ear to the outside of the building, and despite the thick wooden planks that separated him from the room, his keen ears still picked up the voices inside.

“Did I say you could avert your eyes from the ground?” asked the boy in his youthful clean voice.

“No Master” came the response from the woman.

Theo heard a slap, fast and vicious like the crack from a whip.

“Get into your corner” the boy commanded, and Theo heard movement within the room. When he felt safe to do so, he lifted himself up gingerly, now beginning to feel the fire in his forearms build from exertion.

When he peered back into the room, the boy had moved to his left but still had his back to Theo. The woman was kneeling but had taken her place in the corner. A set of cufflinks had been nailed into the wall Theo had only just noticed; about five feet from the floor. The boy grabbed the woman’s pale arms and raised them above her head to lock into the cuffs.

“What does my Master require from me this time?” the woman asked, smiling maliciously up at the boy that was her Master. Theo felt an icy finger press down his spine when he saw the woman’s eyes darken to the colour of ink. They no longer looked like eyes to Theo, but black marbles set in the sockets where normal eyes should be.

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The boy gripped the woman’s jaw firmly and the woman opened her mouth in feigned terror, then the boy slipped his thumb in there. The woman sucked it submissively, her eyes closing as if it gave her great pleasure.

‘This is not a woman, but a demon’ Theo realized. The boy is certainly gifted with abilities if he was able to summon a demon, but he meddles in things far beyond his comprehension. Demons were treacherous and to the very core evil. Pain and suffering were all they knew and all they wish to propel in the mortal world; usually by tempting such mortals like this.

Theo felt his heart pound against his chest and his face flush with fear. A demon. The mission just became a lot more complicated, but above all else, more dangerous. So dangerous Theo would tell Skinner to call off the kidnapping completely, but he couldn’t. Skinner was inside the building already with his nine goons at his back. If they busted into the room while the demon was still there, and attacked the boy (her Master), the demon would have cause to attack and it would be over before it started. In his panic, Theo quickly pulled free his dagger and placed its cold steel to comfort his teeth.

He raised to mount the windows ledge as silent as his tired arms would permit and now covered the entire window with his frame. Luckily, the boy was busy and the demon busier.

Theo slid the dagger into the crease that lined the window frame and began leveraging its frame. Thankfully, everything about this building was old and falling apart, he felt the window frame budge under his pressure, and slowly began to pry it open. Once he could get fingers into the gap, he could pull the window open and vault inside.

The boy had lowered his breeches by the time Theo began prying the window open and had thrust himself deeply into the demon's mouth; her gargled gags against his onslaught filled the room and presented some white noise for Theo to work with. The boy rolled his head back in ecstasy, gripping the demons long auburn hair tightly in both hands, and using it to leverage his thrusts as deep as they could go. The demon’s wrist struggled fruitlessly against the cuffed bondage that pinned them above her head, and a long treacle of spit ran down the demon’s chin to soak her breasts, that now freed themselves from the lilac dress's restraint.

Theo had pried the window open wide enough to slide his thin fingers between the gap, and pulled the window open more easily. The window creaked loud enough to hear despite the gargled breaths and intense moans, but it didn’t matter when the door to the right side of the room exploded open, and two goons charged in, unprepared for what was about to happen next.