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"It scares me," I say jerkily.
As it should.
The robotically spoken words only shove my mind closer and closer to its breaking point. He really is the Devil, with how he tells me I 'intrigue' him one moment but then admits to wanting me scared the next.
I am not a nice man, Sheena.
Does he really think I don't know that?
And there is nothing I hate more when someone breaks their word with me.
The line goes dead, and the urge to laugh and cry at the same time now feels painfully familiar.
Nothing about this make any sense, and maybe that's the point of all of this.
The Devil being who he is, maybe all he wants is to watch me unravel call after call, wants me completely broken by the time he tires of me...just for fun.
#03
If it felt like foreverhas passed before the Devil called me for the second time, his third call is the exact opposite.
Only mere hours have passed since I last heard from him, and I'm three-books-deep in my research at the library when an unregistered number has my phone vibrating in my pocket.
Hello, Sheena.
I can't believe I'm on another phone call with the Devil. That's twice on the same day, and if I didn't know any better, I'd have suspected him of being weirdly obsessed with me.
This is the part I expect you to say 'hello' back.
I canfeelhis reproach despite his voice still being disguised, and I hastily squeak out a hello.
That wasn't so bad, was it?
I make a sound that I'm hoping the Devil will interpret in any favorable way he wants, and I think it does just that when I hear him chuckle in response. Or at least I'm hoping that's a chuckle. It's kind of impossible to tell, when the noise he's just made sounds part animal and part alien.
We should talk about what you're going to call me.
