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Ah, so that was blood.

Great.

CHAPTER

FOUR

Indy’s new hope for taking a shower as quickly as possible was put on the back burner when he heard the clink of his collar hitting the floor.

Holy shit.

He was free.

Wait, no, shit.

That meant he was going to die.

“Sweetie?” Gammy asked worriedly. “What’s wrong?”

Indy didn’t know what to say. For once, he’d been shocked into complete silence.

Being freed from working for a demon would have made anyone else happy, but it filled Indy with a horrible sense of dread. His job hadn’t been that bad, and the whole not dying thing was a huge perk. He didn’t know if his symptoms would return all at once or slowly. He might drop dead this very damn second and never see it coming.

Mr. Heiss snapped his fingers and the bodies of Tanze and Underwood both vanished.

It wasn’t immediately clear if they were dead or not. Fucked up for sure, but Mr. Heiss didn’t seem upset. It also could be that Mr. Heiss was simply a dick who didn’t care if his employees lived or died.

Not a comforting thought considering the circumstances because Indy very much wanted to live and that was pretty counterproductive to Mr. Heiss’s needs. After all, it would be much easier to take a magical leshy ring off a corpse.

But did Mr. Heiss know?

Did he know why Indy had sold his soul?

Was that something demons talked about around some fiery watercooler?

Shit, shit, shit.

Mr. Heiss beckoned Indy over. “You. Come here.”

Indy stepped around the lint bunny to walk forward, numbly following the command. He had to think. He had to make a plan. He had not come this far and sucked that many monster dicks to die now.

Mr. Heiss took out a handkerchief from his inside jacket pocket. He wiped off Indy’s face, saying slowly, “We are going to try this again. When I tell you to do something, I expect it to be done. I told you—”

“Right. You want to get sucked off all nice and sloppy with no talking back.” Indy glared up at him, hiding his fear behind a wall of fury. “Got it.”

Mr. Heiss grabbed Indy’s chin, the handkerchief raised as if it was a weapon. His eyes glittered curiously as he gazed at Indy, clearly searching.

But for what?

“What?” Indy managed a cheeky grin. “Do you wanna make out or something?”

Mr. Heiss smirked but said nothing and went back to cleaning Indy up. He gave him a final inspection and then let go. He finally spoke again, saying, “This will do for now until you can bathe. Let’s go.”

“What about Reginald?”

“Who?”

Indy waved at the giant lint bunny. “Can we bring him? He’s pretty cute. Getting kinda attached to—”