Digging to Hell (The Gravedigger Series Book 3) by Willie E. Dalton

Author:Willie E. Dalton [Dalton, Willie E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-09-27T16:00:00+00:00

My head still pounded as I came to. My arms ached above my head, and I tried to put them back down by my sides, only to find I couldn’t make them move. My legs were straight, no longer hanging over the edge of the fiery pit, but they were a bit farther apart than was comfortable. I found I couldn’t move them either.

I opened my eyes and once again found myself in darkness. I turned my head from left to right, and felt the movement of cloth against my face; it was dark because there was some kind of bag over my head.

The back of my body was pressed against something that didn’t feel like the ground I had been on earlier, and the sensation wasn’t lessened by clothing. It was my bare skin against whatever surface I was on.

My heart pounded, and immediately I fought against my restraints. I’d been captured.

“I wouldn’t pull too hard on those restraints, there, Miss,” a man said. He spoke with a British accent, but not the kind that sounded refined: the kind that sounded heavy with alcohol, and wore clothes that hadn’t been washed in some time.

“Right, you wouldn’t want to hurt yourself,” another man chuckled. There was nothing distinct about his voice.

“Don’t want you doing our job for us!” the Brit replied, and the two men laughed heartily.

I froze: I didn’t speak, move, or breathe. These had to be demons.

“We haven’t been able to figure out who you are, or how you got here,” the plain sounding man said. “We were just making our rounds and found you out by the pit. I wanted to just toss you in and be done with it, but Zeke over here said we shouldn’t waste you like that.”

The Brit, whom I now knew as Zeke, spoke up. “We never get to have much fun—’e always sticks us with patrolling the outer areas. But he’s away right now, and you were just too pretty to pass up.”

I could only assume the “he” Zeke referred to was Lucifer.

I thought about telling them Lucifer had given me the OK to come down here and retrieve Raphael’s soul, but I doubted they would believe me. I thought about arguing that I wasn’t a bad person and didn’t belong here. I was sure that would be original.

No, I had read about torture. There were only ever two good reasons for torture: To get information, and for sadistic pleasure. I didn’t have any information to share, therefore it was the second, which was much worse. They just wanted to see my pain and get a reaction out of me. I thought about trying to ignore whatever they were going to do to me, and die again before I made even a peep; but they knew everyone screamed eventually, and would just hurt me worse, faster. Or I could act like I was in agony from the first touch, and hope they never stepped up the intensity. That seemed like such a coward’s choice, but I didn’t see that it really mattered if I was brave right now.

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