Magic and Mayhem: Heidi: A 'Not-Quite' Hellhound Love Story (Kindle Worlds Novella) (The 'Not-Quite' Love Story Series Book 5) by Julia Mills

Author:Julia Mills [Mills, Julia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kindle Worlds
Published: 2016-10-16T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Prying my eyes open, praying for a drink of water to quench a thirst that felt like I’d spent weeks in the Sahara, I immediately slammed them shut again. Counting to ten, I slowly opened one eye and then the other only to find my original perception had been right…I was indeed handcuffed to the wall in the room of a 1970’s pimp.

Before I tell you what I saw, I’d like to assure you that this is the first time I’ve ever awakened with a headache, wearing fur-lined handcuffs and not sure how I’d gotten there…but I can’t. I’d also like to tell you that it’s only the second time this has ever happened…but I can’t do that either. I can tell you that the first two times don’t count because what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. So, now that we have that straight, here goes.

Directly in front of me was a heart-shaped bed decorated with enough red satin to cover Wrigley field, surrounded by a red mesh curtain that fell down from the ceiling and was tied to the four posts rising out of the floor with leather straps. The bed sat upon long, black shag carpeting so thick my grandma’s pet poodles would’ve gotten lost in it and had mirrors hanging overhead.

Lou Rawls singing ‘You’ll Never Find’ was coming out of two six-foot speakers positioned on either side of the bed as the turntable atop a console style stereo turned round and round. Candles were lit in groups of seven on every available surface and oh, before I forget, the walls were covered with blood-red crushed velvet and I was in a black leather bra and panties which any other time wouldn’t have bothered me but since I had the feeling I was about to become the Devil’s plaything, I was a bit freaked out.

Pulling on the cuffs at my wrists and the shackles at my ankles while looking for a way to escape, the sounds of scratching on the other side of the wall just to the left of my foot had me doing my best impression of a Stretch Armstrong doll (Sue me. I was stuck in the seventies and that’s the first action figure that popped into my head.) to get away from whatever was burrowing through the wall. Thinking my only way to escape the beastie at my feet and Lucifer himself was to chew off my own arm, I was pleasantly surprised when Bert’s big green head popped through the velvet.

“Hey Heidi. How’s it hanging?” The imp joked. Any other time I would’ve laughed, and later we did, but at that moment all I could do was growl, “Get. Me. Out. Of. Here.”

“Okay, okay, you don’t have to be mean,” he grumbled. “It’s not me who got drunk with the Devil and is now paying the price. Sheesh. That’s gratitude for you.” The rant continued as he pulled his squatty body out of the wall, produced a key from his pocket and quickly unlocked my shackles and cuffs.

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