Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2, Layna Snow [the mitten read aloud .TXT] 📗

the alarm, as crude as it was. And unhooked the axe from the top of the opening.

It would suck to kill the lady after spending so long keeping her alive. Kind of like losing your life on a video game just before you kill the boss. Or when your phone died just as you were holding the plug.

Yeah, the exact same thing.

After disabling the traps, he let the girl in and shut the rock before turning on a light. It took a lot of batteries to light the fucking cave—and a lot of messing around to make the actual lights work!—but hell, it was home.

Actually Hell was home. And it was great!

He looked around the main space, trying to see it from her point of view. There was a living room of sorts. It mostly consisted of a couch along the wall opposite the door, and a small table in front of it. The space was big enough, but it was mostly dominated with the abundance of technology and weapons.

Adrian loved to work on computers and devices.

He couldn’t do much in Hell but he could figure out how to make them work better here. He couldn’t go without any modern conveniences.

He wasn’t old enough to have gone without yet. Only 60 or so.

Things didn’t age in Hell, and so he didn’t look a day over 30, if that really. He didn’t really compare to Thanatos’s two thousand and some-odd years. The fucker was ancient.

There were other rooms off this one. Bedroom, a play room, a bathroom—that he luckily figured out how to put in—a kitchen and a pantry.

None of those could really be seen from this room, but he watched as the woman entered, to see how she felt about the space. Not that he cared or anything. He just was curious. Yepp, that is all!

He then realized that this was the first time that he could really study her.

And fuck, he liked what he saw!

Some women were too skinny. They were all bones and angles. It was uncomfortable to fuck.

Sure, he screwed a few, but he preferred the softer ones. The ones that were built for a hard, long, rough, ride.

The girl’s tits were big, too. They were nicely formed, and he bet they would be so soft in his hands—real, no doubt. He couldn’t see much of her body because her ugly clothes hid it, but he saw a dip in her waist and round hips.

Her hair was long, the color of mahogany and curled around her breasts. Her eyes were dark brown, almost black, passionate and he knew that they would look even darker when she was turned on. Even her lips were plump and exciting. They’d be like a pillow to kiss, or feel delectable wrapped around his cock.

Yeah, this Latina was a real looker and he couldn’t wait to get her out of those bloody clothes.

And onto his aching cock.

4

Sophie had never imagined that she would be in this situation.

Actually when she set off on this expedition, she expected to get into a corporate like enterprise and just ask to see the boss. She even tape recorded some things from the internet so that people could understand her. But now, she was helpless.

She didn’t have her tape recorder, her gun, or her paper.

What did she have? A bloody knife. Well, it looked more like a cut-off sickle.

She didn’t understand what had happened. One moment the creepiest creatures ever were attacking, and the next they were screaming.

She hadn’t even thought her actions through, simply grabbed a weapon from this guy’s back and prepared to fight for her life. This wasn’t her first life or death situation. And she didn’t think it would be the last.

The last time her life was threatened had been by a Human. With a gun pointed at her chest, Sophie had acted, trying to save both her and Melody’s life.

That was the second time in her life that she almost died.

Until she had woken up in that hospital after surgery a few months ago, she hadn’t even realized how much she enjoyed living.

She took too much for granted.

This time, her actions weren’t impulsive, but they were just as desperate.

She needed to stay alive, and she knew that after the creepy little Demons got through with her protector, that it would come after her too. And so she did the only thing she could do. She had closed her eyes and swung the blade.

It was heavier than she had thought, and instead of hitting it in the head, she had gotten its neck. And oh gosh! The blood was horrendous.

Soph didn’t even really remember what happened after that. She did get a faint impression of a big, hulking thing. Was it a God? Was that what her rescuer said? If so, she hoped to never be on its bad side. It looked so calm as it killed.

It was really terrifying.

And then there was blackness for a while.

And of course she noticed the being with her holding her hand. His was nicely calloused, rough, and strong. But that was about all she remembered.

She knew what it meant. Shock. She had gone through it when she was in the accident that took her voice, six years ago. She remembered the symptoms well.

And so she just let him guide her. It’s not like she could get her brain to work anyways.

Now she was… wait, where was she?

Sophie looked around, her eyes catching on certain details. The walls were still made of rock, but this rock was red. The floor was stone as well. There were a few furnishings, but it was mostly weapons and computer-ish stuff.

Obviously a man cave, in the literal sense.

Was it this guy’s? Had he brought her to his home?