A Taste of His Own Medicine
A smirk curled onto Adam's lips after he read the proofs provided by the man.
Using the general muted stupor as a natural break, he rose to his feet and walked to him and the lady. He moved his palm to pat their trembling shoulders gently as their muffled sobs filled his ears.
"It must have been hard to confess, but thanks to you two, I have enough proof to punish this wolf disguised in sheep's clothing." He shook his head, a steely glint flashing in his eyes. "I shouldn't insult sheep and wolves. He's more disgusting than a scavenger feeding on decaying meat."
The lady lunged at him and buried her face in his chest. Her loud whimpers reverberated as she forgot her fears of demons. At that moment, only her relief at seeing her tormentor cornered mattered. And soon, she would turn this horrible page of her life, hopefully forever.
She raised her reddened face and observed the flustered demon through her hazy eyes.