Slave to a demon (2)

She couldn't even finish her words before a dense pressure collapsed on her shoulders.

He spoke. "That woman is my wife.." His words hung in the air, a menacing threat and warning that reverberated in her mind. "Show some respect when addressing her" He added.

She didn't doubt that he would punish her mercilessly without hesitation. And because of that, she quickly apologized "Sorry about that..." She bowed and said sarcastically "It is my fault for not knowing my place".

As suddenly as it had appeared, the oppressive weight lifted from her shoulders, allowing her to breathe a sigh of relief and shrug off the tension that had been weighing her down.

The demon's exaggerated exhalation echoed through the room, punctuating the end of his previous statement. "You know...." He drawled, his tone dripping with incredulity. "Apart from you sounding smart, this has got to be one of the strangest and weirdest conversations I've ever been a part of".