"Are you OK? Do you need a lift somewhere?" The voice was rich and silky and, for some reason, filled Aaron with relief. He looked up. He'd been so worked up that he hadn't seen the sleek, black limousine glide up beside him and stop. The rear passenger door was open, and the voice reached out from the interior to enfold and caress him.
But Aaron couldn't reply. He was on the verge of tears again, whether it was from frustration and anger and hopelessness or from relief he could not say.
"You need help, I can see. And you need to get home. You should not be out here like this at night. And you're hurt. You need comfort. Come into the car, and I will take care of you."
Aaron felt his feet move, and he was climbing into the backseat of the limousine. As soon as he clicked the door shut, the limousine's engine purred and the vehicle slid out onto the road. It was only a short distance up the road that they came to a crossover, and the vehicle did a smooth, almost floating, U-turn onto the other side of the road and moved back toward where they'd come from.
"Uh. I need to go to the college. To Milbank."
"Milbank is in this direction," the voice purred. "Don't worry. We will see you home."
Aaron turned and looked across the seat into the darkness. His traveling companion was wrapped in a cloak and the dark shadows. Aaron only had the sensation of sharp features, dark complexion, a black goatee of a beard, and piercing eyes. He looked away from the eyes. He had the sensation that when they made eye contact, the figure in the corner held him in thrall. Hands appeared from inside the cloak--moving as the figure spoke in a soothing, melodic baritone. The fingers of the hands were slender and long, the nails well manicured and especially long for a man--and seemed to be filed into points.
The fingers were feminine, but the voice masculine. Aaron was confused.
"How did you . . . ?"
"How did I what, Aaron?"
Aaron was nonplused. "I don't understand."
"It's enough now that I understand, Aaron. I understand all about you. I know you as no other person knows you. And I know what has happened to you this night."
"You know?" Aaron asked in a hushed whisper. "Who? How? Why are you here?"
"I am here because you summoned me, Aaron. I did not know you were capable of it. I'd never thought you might be one."
"I . . . I don't understand," Aaron croaked. He was beaten and fucked and totally exhausted. And now this. He was completely out of his element.
"No you're not, not really," the voice said.
"I'm not what?"
"Out of your element. I'm as surprised as you are. But there you have it. And here we are. And it looks like we can do business."
"Business? What in the hell are you talking about?" Aaron was angry now. Anger on top of confusion and frustration.
"See, you do have it in you," the voice said. And then there was a low, self-satisfied laugh. "If your fraternity brothers were here in front of you now and you had the power, you would make them suffer utter damnation, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," Aaron blurted out.
"And, so, that's why we're here, why our paths have crossed. I specialize in utter damnation. For just a small consideration, I can give you all the revenge you want."
"You can . . . ? What sort of shit is this? Is this part of the pledge hazing?"
"No, not at all, Aaron. This is part of your revenge. If you are interested . . . and if you are willing to pay the price."
"Interested? Price? I don't believe . . ."
"Yes you do, Aaron. Deep, down inside you believe. You summoned me. And you are willing to pay the price. I know that even if you don't yet. That's why I'm here. That's why when you summoned me, I came."
"I summoned you? This is ridiculous."
A heavy sigh was emitted from the darkened corner. "You certainly run deep, don't you? Such self-delusion. You need convincing. Here. You have cuts and bruises. Here, lean over toward me."
Aaron's eyes opened wide as the cloak parted and the man--no, the beast--leaned in to him and a long, forked tongue flicked out of his mouth. More of Aaron's attention was going to what else he could see, though: a swarthy complexion and trails of hair down a naked chest. Pointed ears, small horns at the temple. A centered, impossibly long, slender cock curved up from four heavy balls. The trail of chest and belly hair descending to fully pelted goat's legs and ending in cloven feet.