That dark, Daemon slept. He slept surprisingly well considering how combat-ready he was in gauging every guy to ransack his hole within three dark. But now, it seemed demon was just beginning to realise that a new path following this had awaited. He saw himself walking through the same caverns the cult hid under ; the same walls and the same stench intoxicated his mind all the like just as it did when awake. Through the caves, dimmer and dimmer it got. Through the caves, harder and harder he got. He felt his eye subspecies, his prostate gland throbbing as though it were growing a demon seed just ready to consume him. Suddenly, a man rose from behind and laughed at him. fiend startled, as though his heart would jumpstart to darkness as he stumbled at the mint of a man unfamiliar to him.

'' You 're ready, boy ! ``
'' What are you talking about ? ``
'' You 're a slut, that 's what I mean boy. I know what it is you get up to and I know what it is you love most. '' He approached, every step he took matched the pulse rate Daemon drew to a hint still, heart wrenched ; his last almost at a close. Before Daemon knew, this man already had three fingers rammed up the slut 's hole, feeling the prostate throbbing ever so very much to the fierce digit that caught him.

'' You like to think yourself as virtuous. In the world above, you like to be seen as a gentleman, as they say. You 're not. You may wear a suit for an intact day, but beneath the skin your instinct are al-Qaeda. You are an animal, demon. Whether you like it or not, you 're an animal. Which animal ? A pig. pig have tender flesh, sweet to gustatory modality and paradiddle in mud. When angry they can become deadly. When they squeal, they get me surd. '' His digit pressed harder against demigod 's prostate further and further ; there was no telling what he 'd do next. Already this man was drooling with teeth that, as though heighten, would guess at his chassis for a day.

'' I like to think I 'm sensible. ``
'' Sensible, eh ? Fuck you. That I will ; but you 're not sensible. You snort, slam and smoke. You think I need to go on ? '' At once he dug his fingers deeper into his hole before pulling them out with hurrying. Daemon collapsed in agony. Groaning loud, his teeth locked together as his bridge player rubbed either his broken back, or below the belly.

'' psyche pilus. Those dress. That accent. These mannerism. A man do n't necessitate those ! '' Daemon was still recuperating.

'' I 'll knock off that hair. Let go of yourself and serve your natural-born instincts. You saw, and heard, and felt what you had become survive Night. Would you deny it now by leaving this billet ? ``

'' No ! I 'm afraid, Sir. I am afraid, and I will never be forgiven. ``

'' Instincts tell us that simply leaving a home is only going to prepare you wan na come back for more. There 's a side of you, a dark. In all men, there 's a dingy side. You have to embrace that side. '' He crouched alongside fiend, who sorely was able-bodied to move as he lay on his side. `` You have nix to be afraid of. God is n't able-bodied to save up you here, and neither will the rest of lodge. If they truly cared, you would n't hold been led astray to come here. True, you were brought here ; but you had a option in leaving. You abandoned that option, and here we are. ``

'' But, I 'm leaving now ! You 're barbarous, and you are detestable. I regret making those decisions I made to derive here, whether by will or not. Was it my pick that I should be slammed and bred ? Did I ask your kind to come and film me from the light into duskiness and unman me for another man ? ``

'' Your conscience may not give birth consented, but your instincts have. See, mankind are complex like that ; our conscience is what teaches morality and morals : what 's right from wrong. Your instincts, however, play the game. ``

'' And what game is that ? '' In reply, the man raised Daemon 's leg and positioned himself in between ; his cock hard as John Rock was now set in stone, like the knife of a viper, hissed its way into the dingy chasms that devil tried so well to conceal until now. He was already fucking him as he spoke.

'' The game of survival, boy. We 're here to pull through. If we can not fulfil our inherent aptitude, then we die. Like a wolf who has to hunt the pig for slaughter. I too am breeding with the pig who yearns for breeding. If you do n't think me, why are you arduous ? ''

'' piece of ass. I do n't manage if you 're here to smart me. I 'm fucking yours, Sir ! fucking me harder, please ! '' The man slapped him. `` Pathetic, you do n't ask to get fucked. It 's something you get, and you submit and accept the peter like the flatus. Can man tell rainfall to not him or not ? No. Can this boy I 'm fucking ask me to break ? No. ``

'' What is it you want to do with me ? What are you trying to convert in me ? ``

'' I 'm giving you the chance that many men were denied from birth ; the chance to realise their inherent aptitude and exist. How fair-skinned you are, how handsome you look. You have nothing to revere, as I 'll certainly deal good care of you ... and your hole ! ''

He introduced himself as Riker, a epithet descended from his being a biker. Hence the tattoos and piercings. His heavy earrings gave assumption to his being a man. His tattoos covered exploration of his aliveness in the previous. His living temple was his trunk. Attractive in a subtle way ; not quite muscular, but not skinny neither. Above all tattoos, the scorpion caught daemon 's attending most.

'' I like your scorpion tattoo, Sir. ``
'' Ta, boy. '' Sweat dripped down to fiend 's boldness. Both their organic structure were wet with it. So much that Daemon 's legs stuck to Riker 's munition. `` There 's a story behind it. You 'll come up out why in no time. ``

'' Get up, boy ! '' It was time. Daemon now awoke. Gutted that his aspiration came to an end, and perhaps he may never see a fig like Riker again, except in memory board .