Chapter 11: His Favorite Toy

“What are you doing, Lord Damien? Did you not like the food I made?” Aisha boldly asked.

Aisha’s back was already smacked on the wall. There was nowhere else to go but to meet him head on. Damien didn’t give her much of a choice as he caged Aisha with his arms to her side. He put a finger under her chin and then guided her attention towards his face.

“I will answer you, but look at me first,” he said.

Aisha’s breath hitched with the forcefulness of Damien’s actions. His eyes turned to hellish pits of fire, flickering with every second that passed by. The Harbinger's gaze was electrifying, and Aisha swore she literally felt static with the touch of his hand.

“What is your problem?” Aisha said. “Can’t you just normally say something without scaring the hell out of me?”

“There is nothing normal here, Ms. Hot Chili Condoms,” Damien whispered in her ear. “Haven’t I reminded you that for the nth time already?”