The fourth night was tame. The demon filled the room with women of every size, shape, race, and texture. He even thought far enough ahead to include a suitable variety of farm animals. He said I could have my pick of anything in view, if only I would pledge my soul to him. I have to admit that I enjoyed the exhibition, but the presentation was unforgivably clichéd. When I complained to the demon of how tired this sort of temptation was, he turned even redder. I wanted to discuss love and lust with the demon, but the moment I said “love” he vanished, taking the entire group with him. I slept very soundly the rest of that night.
Table of ContentsPreludeThe First NightThe Second NightThe Third NightThe Fourth NightThe Fifth NightThe Sixth NightThe Seventh NightThe Eigth NightThe Ninth NightThe Tenth NightEpilogue©2004-2010 Kris Brower All Rights Reserved