Hard to Hate You // Michael Langdon

Part IV - Rubber Man

I leave Langdon's office feeling highly suspicious. I just figured out his whole plan. There is no way that he is planning on letting me go so easily. He also seemed to want an answer to the "worst thing I've ever done" question, and there's no way in hell I'm admitting that.

I'm too tired to shower, so I just go to pick out a nightgown. As I finish changing, there is a knock at the door. 

"I'm changing!" I yell. There is another knock. I roll my eyes and open the door slightly to see who's out there. "Are you deaf?  I said that I'm- what the hell?" A man dressed in a black rubber suit is standing there.

I suddenly remember how Evie told all the outpost inhabitants that the man who had sex with Gallant was in a black rubber suit.  "Oh shit, you're the guy that Gallant fucked," I scoff. "Hate to break it to you, but I'm not in need of those services." I go to shut the door, but he puts his foot in it. 

I scoff.  This bitch really has the audacity to keep persisting at it even though I am clearly not interested. "Listen, whoever-you-are, you need to leave," I insist, trying to slam the door. He still refuses to move.

"Okay, I know Langdon sent you, so why don't you tell him-" He suddenly shoves me backward and I lose my grip on the door as I stumble back. He enters my room and pushes me back before I can catch myself.

 "You bitch, get the fuck off of me!" I shout, kicking him back. While he's off-balance, I grab a vase and smash it into his head. 

 He stumbles backward, and I pull his mask off before he can stop me, wanting to see who the hell has the guts to be messing with me. Nothing could've prepared me for what was under it. The last thing I remember before fainting is the face of pure evil staring into my eyes.

......

I wake up to see Langdon standing over me and a broken vase on the floor next to me. I quickly remember what happened and scramble to my feet. "What the hell was that!" I yell through gritted teeth as I push Langdon back.

He stares at me, a satisfied look on his face. "It is very rare for somebody to be able to see the face of the demon I conjure," he states.

"That fucking... thing made me feel more evil than I would if I were staring Satan in the face!"

He simply chuckles and walks to the door. "I assume that I have now shown you what I am capable of if you continue to avoid my interview questions?"

I narrow my eyes. "You asshole." If this bitch wants to fight, then it's game on. "Fine. Let's do it now then," I say confidently. 

He raises a brow. "Now? You literally just woke up from fainting."

"And? What, you don't think I can keep up?"

With a shrug, he says, "If you insist."

We exit my room and walk down the hallway together. "How long was I out, by the way?" I ask.

"I woke you up 15 minutes after you fainted. You would've been out for the rest of the night if I hadn't woken you." 

"Do you know that from experience?" I ask skeptically. If he has knocked people unconscious with a demon before, that'll definitely be going on my list of grievances against him.

He shakes his head. "No. I just know."

"How? Actually, while we're on the topic, how does one conjure a demon?"

"Don't go asking questions that you don't want the answers to, Ms. Callistra."

Before I can argue, he opens the door to his office. As soon as we enter, I notice a laptop sitting on his desk.