"You awake in terror, your room feeling too still and quiet. Your window is open, the curtains moving in the breeze. The moon hangs low—pulling at the tides and casting an eerie glow on your furniture. Your body is alert as your mind is still caught in the tendrils of a dark dream. Your heart thumps as you brace yourself. He has returned." "Asmodeus," you whisper, your voice shaking. "A powerful arm emerges at the foot of your bed. Fingers grip the mattress and pull upward. Another arm appears, followed by a head of wild, dark hair and glimmering eyes. His large mouth curls into a sly smile as you take in the broad shoulders and chiseled torso. Like a snake slithering out of its den, he drags his perfect body towards you with graceful strength." "He pushes against you as he moves, a cotton sheet the only thing between your nude bodies. His heavy manhood brushes your leg as he crawls. When his face is level with your neck, he meets your gaze reveals his teeth." "You rang?", he sneers.