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.Instead, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room.As soon as the door closed behind Karawan, he knelt down in the hallway.He was consumed by confusion and wanted to collect his thoughts.He had never before felt sorry for any of the people he had to deal with.Then again, Craig was unlike anyone else that he had ever dealt with; usually, the men were smug, and even in Hell, their evil ways had a tendency to show through.This man, however, was a mystery; he wasn't like any of the others.He wasn't sure what it all meant, the stirring in his loins, the attraction he felt toward Craig, the sorrow he felt at not being able to help the human reach a climax.Get a hold of yourself, Karawan thought.That man inside there is a bad person; he must be, or he would not be here.He blew out a breath and nodded, acknowledging the thoughts that had entered his mind.He silently resolved himself to push any feelings and emotions aside and just focus on the task at hand; he had no other choice.Once again, Craig was alone, it was a state in which he was beginning to grow accustomed, though not one he enjoyed.Except this time he was left bound to a chair with no way out, and no way to move.He tested his bonds furiously, but of course, it did absolutely no good.He tried calling out for Karawan a few times, but was met with silence.After a while, who knew how long, his erection subsided, and he resigned himself to waiting.It seemed that the vast majority of his time in Hell was spent waiting.It was.tedious.Craig sighed as he rested his head against the back of the chair.He replayed the recent events in his mind and let them marinate there for a while.Even though it was supposed to be punishment, Karawan seemed downright eager to finish him off.And, as he was leaving, Craig thought he detected a hint of emotion toward him.Was it lust? Sorrow? Disgust? Maybe a mix of the three.Even though their time together often left him wanting, hurting, or aching, Craig looked forward to spending more time with Karawan.Although, he wasn't quite sure if that was actually because of Karawan or if it was because he was simply so lonely the rest of the time.After all, except for the torture, they hadn't spent any real time together.Craig had to admit, however, that Karawan was attractive; his well-defined red body, broad shoulders, and even the horns held a certain amount of power.He was getting hard again just thinking about him, which only served to frustrate him even more.As Craig was trying to sort out his thoughts, the gunfire started again.Craig groaned; he didn't know if he could take it."What does it mean?" he shouted into the empty space.Suddenly, he could make out movement on the wall in front of him.Craig looked around, but there was nobody else there, which he had already assumed would be the case.He stared at the wall and a slide show began to play.Pictures flashed before him, and it required all of Craig's concentration just to keep up.There was a picture of a little boy in a monster costume holding a plastic pumpkin, a picture of a teenager standing next to a blue car, a family portrait, a man holding a beer at a football game, they just kept coming.One after the other in rapid succession.Craig gasped as it dawned on him that these were pictures of him; these were from his life.As soon as Craig realized what he was seeing, the pictures changed.Craig saw a picture of a convenience store, which he somehow remembered was on his block.He saw a picture of his favorite cashier, the one that always snuck him an extra scratch-off lottery ticket with his purchases.Next, there was a picture of the open door of the store with a masked man walking through, waving a gun in the air.The pictures went black, and the gunfire went off again.Three quick bangs.When the pictures came back, they were of Craig, lying on the floor of the store with a bullet hole in his chest.Karawan came back into the room then.He marched his way over to the bound man and looked down at him."Human." he started.Craig interrupted, "Karawan! I know what happened, well, most of it anyway.I was shot! That's how I died, isn't it? I was shot during a robbery."Karawan stared at the man."I have already told you, I do not know.It is not my place to know."Craig blew out a breath, "You must know about the stupid picture show they show people? With their lives?"Karawan nodded."Yes.Though I must say, they do not usually show you humans those until much further into your [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]