30 THE COUNT OF CRISTIANO

My eyes begin to peek open a bit. The Sun is bright as I try to move my hand to block it. I feel like I am stuck as I can’t even move my own hands. I decided to just fully open my eyes and see that I am in a huge tree. I feel that I am back in my normal state. I feel and see the ropes that are binding me.

None of this feels right.

Looking around, I see a man. He looks to be a Peruvian man. He is probably in his thirties. He is dressed extremely proper. He is wearing a white button up and drinking tear. He almost feels like one of those British guys from Tarzan. I don’t see that Demon anywhere as I start to put two and two together.

“Enjoy your slumber?” The man asked.

“Let me out! I started shouting. “Let me the fuck out of here you creep!”

“That is so un lady like. Should you not get to know me?”

“I don’t care who the hell you are!”

“Well, perhaps you should.”