Chapter 381
BOOK 7: LEONIE HENDRICKS: DEMON P.I.
"He loves me." Pluck.
The asper demon flinched and thrashed against his binding, as I ripped another one of his tiny wings off his knobby shoulder. It was less like wishing on a four-leaf clover and more like plucking a cantankerous, still-living chicken.
The bits of him that weren't chained to the wall with solid iron cuffs were pinned using iron knives like a butterfly specimen, while his three eyes were nothing more than puffy lumps in an already lumpy face from the concentrated salt and ghost pepper spray that I'd subdued him with. And sure, this sounded serial killer sadistic, but aspers were notorious for disemboweling first and asking questions later.
"He loves me not." Pluck.
"Suck it, sweetheart." The demon shook his rattlesnake tail at me, his sneer growing lewder.
Using one of the many blades casually tossed on the table next to me, I impaled his penis stand-in.
He screamed, a high-pitched buzzing cry.