Chapter 7: A Gift Left
Shortly after Cecilia had left, Detrick’s sleep had become unsettled. He found his dreams full of delicious fantasies. He was surrounded by nude nymphs bent on pleasuring him in ways he had never imagined. He eventually awoke, fully aroused.
He was surprised to find a small flower sticking out of the front of his trousers. He glanced over at the demon, it stared back at him dully.
Detrick rolled his eyes. Useless little bastard, he thought. He picked up a nearby stone and threw it at the demon. The vile thing didn’t even move as the rock passed straight through it.
Not interested in the demon at all, Detrick looked over his shoulder searching for whoever may have left him the flower. He thought he could hear splashing and laughter not far away. Curious, he stood and went in search of the sound.