The Devil and his employee

But we stand there anger in both of our eyes, throwing words at each other that confirm our harsh demeanor and feelings towards one another.

"Man-whore!"

"Modest little girl!"

"As*hole!"

"Control freak!"

"You're nothing but an old man who doesn't have any idea what he's doing with his life, choosing to live off of daddy's money!" I almost scream feeling the heat and the temperature in the room rise.

I let that soak through his skin as silence fell upon us. Feeling as if I won.

He deserved that, I think to myself.

Suddenly I'm pinned up against the wall and my heart is nearly bursting out of my chest. His manner has changed. From rage, to calm and collected.

He leans down just enough to where his mouth rest on my earlobe and What I expect to be a scream came out as a whisper.

"And you're just a young virgin girl who needs her innocents stollen from her" a smile rest on his lips as my knees go week.

He then walks away as if nothing ever happened.
I despise him, he's pure evil!
I hate him, he's the devil!
and I think I'm falling...