Desecrating Solomon 3

What are you lying about now, devil,” she rasped, coughing when the blood filled up her throat again. Dark fury flashed in his eyes and iron fingers dug into her jaw. She screamed and writhed, fighting to escape the point of metal filling her vision. She screamed as he pressed it into her eye, drilling through her eyeball. She clenched her fists and jolted under the straps, her body going into spams of agony. “How

Or what, you’ll be a dad and beat my ass? You gave that job up to Uncle Joe, remember?” “Alright,” Uncle Joe snapped at them while anger bubbled in his veins and his dad folded up paper and headed out the room. “That’s it, leave,” Solomon yelled as the door slammed. “You’re a real pro at that!” His uncle jabbed a finger at the door. “And he deserved that, he had that one coming for a long time,” he muttered and nodded like he was fighting guilt. “Not that I minded or regretted a single day of beating your ass,” he said. “But you nailed that hammer on the head.” His

She raised her gaze when his body faced her and began toward her. By the time her eyes made it to his face, it was descending on hers and his mouth was ravishing with a hot kiss. “I saw that,” he whispered. She

Even as Solomon tried to understand how he got that, his dad looked at him in the dim flicker of light. “They cut his tongue out,” he barely whispered to him. “We need to go.” Jimmy

Mary?” The sound of a grunt came from the far corner, jolting fear through him. It wasn’t feminine. “Damn,” his uncle said from across the room. “What the hell is this? We need light.” Solomon’s breaths blasted as hurried along the wall to where she kept the lantern above the fireplace. Putting his gun on the ledge, he located the matches. “Jesus,” his uncle whispered. “Don’t put on a light!” The match hissed and flared and Solomon turned just as his father flew at him and blew it out. “Something’s happened here,” his dad barely said even as Solomon stared into the returning darkness. His eyes were wide with the horror of what he’d seen in those few seconds before the light vanished. Blood. So much blood. “Christ,

Garlum?” “It’s a special demonic toxin that lets you feel the pain but not… express it,” he explained. “Very hellish, really. But it’s all on the inside,” he whispered. “Allows for a little peace and quiet for the worker-bees.” They