ASHLEY
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“Get ready, because I haven’t even started.”
The demon’s words echoed in my skull and my body tightened. What did he mean he hadn’t started? What else did he want from us?
“We’ve pleased you enough,” The captain gritted.
The demon’s eyes sliced to him. “You’re the only one who enjoyed here,” he said, “I mean look at your d**k, it’s still glistening from her saliva.”
The Captain’s shoulders dropped and shame made his expression crumple.
Those sharp red eyes of the demon drifted to me, and my breath caught.
“Now, your next task,” he said, his lips curling forward. “I want you to touch yourself. I mean everywhere your fingers can.”
I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth, telling myself that it shouldn’t be difficult.
“I should get a hard on,” he said, “or else you
