Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 417(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
“Sexy bitch,” it whispered in the man’s ear. “Look at those nice big tits! Bet she shaves her pussy—wouldn’t you like to get a good look between her legs? Bet she can suck cock too—look at that mouth! Oh yeah—love to have those sweet pink lips wrapped around your cock-meat!”
Hanna felt sick but she tried not to show it. She could tell that the customer had been drinking—the harsh scent of whiskey drifted off him whenever he opened his mouth—which only made him more susceptible to the Imp’s suggestions.
His companion, thankfully, was more drunk than he was and didn’t seem to have a Lust Imp attached to him, though Hanna wouldn’t have been surprised to see a Gluttony Imp—which was the kind that urged every kind of overindulgence and excess from gambling to smoking to overeating and drinking to excess.
“How about some coffee?” she suggested, hoping to sober the two of them up. “That’s always a good starter.”
“Suuure…coffee’s nicsh,” the really drunk man slurred.
“I like my coffee like I like my women—hot and in pretty white cups!” the other customer declared, leering at the neckline of Hanna’s waitressing uniform, where a tiny bit of her white lace bra was visible.
Hanna was quick to tug her uniform top up to cover the lace as she turned and went for the pot of coffee and two cups. She was already sure that she wasn’t going to be getting a good tip from these two unless she was willing to flirt with them—which she definitely was not. Still, she had to at least do her best to get them served in a timely fashion—she would just have to be professional and ignore the crude come-ons from the customer with the Lust Imp clinging to him.
When she came back with the coffee pot in one hand and two white china mugs in the other, the really drunk man was asleep with his head on the table.
“Seems like your friend must be really tired,” Hanna said politely, putting down the mugs. “Should I pour him a cup anyway, in case he wakes up?”
“Forget the coffee, sweetheart—how about you and me get out of here?” the man with the Lust Imp asked. As he spoke, he reached under Hanna’s skirt and began running his hand up her thigh.
“Hey!” Hanna snapped. “You can’t—”
And that was when she saw the eyes, staring at her through the window of the Denny’s.
They were glowing red and filled with malevolence. A sudden chill swept over her, as though the temperature in the room had dropped twenty degrees all at once. Hanna could feel the thing’s evil intent—its sinister desire to possess her.
It was the Dark Entity that had been stalking her for the past few weeks but it had never come this close before…and never appeared anywhere but when she was alone at night. This was the main reason she’d started taking graveyard shifts—to avoid being alone during the darkness when she felt most vulnerable. But now it was proving that it was willing to seek her out—to find her no matter where she went to hide from it.
Hanna had seen a lot of terrible things because of her Gift, but this hungry creature—this Dark Entity—was by far the worst. Maybe because she sensed his power—he was stronger than the Imps could ever be. His shadowy essence seemed to fill any room he entered and his hunger for her was palpable—like an icy, unwanted hand stroking over her breasts and between her legs.
She had let out a short, piercing shriek and jerked away from the window with the burning red eyes. But the sudden motion caused the glass coffee pot to jump in her hand and a wave of boiling hot coffee landed right in the lustful customer’s crotch.
“Hey—ouch! Fuck, you fucking bitch!” the man shouted, jumping up in a hurry. “What the fuck did you do that for?”
“I didn’t…didn’t mean to!” Hanna exclaimed, backing away. Her eyes were still glued to the window. A smile had appeared to go with the burning eyes—a smile filled with long, sharp bloody fangs. The Dark Entity was grinning at her like a hungry Jack-o’-lantern. And then she heard his voice—a horrible, inhuman snarl she knew only she could hear.
“Soon, my beautiful Hanna…I’m coming for you and soon you’ll be mine…”
“Hey, you fucking cunt—look at me when I’m talking to you!” the man she’d spilled coffee on shouted in her face, waking her from the dazed trance she’d fallen into.
Great—he had a Rage Imp too. Hanna could see it sticking up on the other side of his jacket, its red face filled with anger as it poured a stream of furious invective into his ear.
“Fucking bitch—she did that on purpose! Just because you touched her! She ought to be grateful you’d touch her at all—fat bitch like that, bet she can’t get a date to save her life. Nothing but a life support system for a cunt—that’s what she is! Useless bitch!”