Betrayed And Rejected

Logris that Hell was

with endless torment, and I wasn’t talking about the demons who supervised the Punishment Pits. T

rough stone wall raked across my back, even though I was no longer in possession of a body. There was just about enough stand

mfort. Floors that grated against the skin like steel wool, a ceiling of sharp stalactites that crumb

e eyes made the situatio

compared to the w

d up into an endless void of black. Whoever had designed this place made it so one could just

They taunted us with the knowledge that they were there, but we w

ing about this cell. It never remained the same shape. That’s because it had an in

emory

et beginning to the excruciating end. Another sharp stone lodged in my right ass cheek, making me shift to the l

stakes. Maybe they wanted me to admit that I was wrong, to repent, to cry, to wail

talagmite rose from beneath me

aced the wall, and watched my m

most beautiful wolf-sh

the Fonz, and danced better than John Travolta. He wa

played the

style might look like the less glamorous one in Charlie’s Angels, but on Griff, the style was a perfect frame for his masculine beauty. Perhaps it was the sideb

eyes. They were liquid gold encased in amber. At t

l months in jail before my execution in 1978. Yet watching this memory on the

sm in words or even scents. He was the sort of wolf a bit

to dwell upon when under

d on my heart

everyone. Women wanted him, kids thought he was the disco equivalent of Superman, an

d died, leaving Mum and my little sister devastated and me as his heir. There hadn’t been any time for grief.

p to me and grinned, revealing a

suit with a sky-blue polyester shirt that was unbuttoned to the waistcoat, giving more than a tantalizing glimpse of the luxuriant

new it was a memory replayed to maximize my misery. Even though I knew exactly how

bek?” said a

arent body tightened with terror. There was only one reason a demon visited our

ted with grit. “But I already had my punishment.” I tried not to le

a whipping every Friday, a girl might get used to it. Tune out the pain or do somet

, honest-to-Hades feline with a grin that stretched beyond its demonic face and ten bony appendages with spikes th

voice sliced against m

pered. “Someo

ting crimson eyes that burn