THE KING OF ALL DEMONS

Come out, come out wherever you are” the voice called out to her again. Magret wanted to escape as fast as she could but that seemed so impossible to achieve.  “I know you’re here, I can still smell your blood you know” he took a deep breath into the air and then smirked his lips with satisfaction. “I just want to play, don’t you want to play with me?” He was speaking in a cajoling voice but his pouty tone frightened Magret. She stayed deathly still, she could see his polished leather shoes beneath the porch. She heard him step onto the porch then back inside. She heard the song turn back on again, she was still silently sobbing with her eyes shut when she heard him again.   “I see London, I see France, I see your red underpants!” Magret opened her eyes to see his leather shoes in front of her followed by the leather gloves worn on his hands. Her scream drowning down his wicked laughter. He pulled her forward causing her to cry out of pain. Once he had her out of the porch, she was kicking and screaming, begging her masked assailants to have mercy on her but they all fell on deaf ears. She was so absorbed in trying to get free that she didn’t notice the knife he pulled out. He pushed the sharp blade into her chest and she gasped.