“Now Joey…” It purred in words like silk, “Do we have to cover this again?”

“S-s-shit…”

Two huge black hands with obsidian claws grabbed him by the wrists, as Mathusta lifted his body high into the air. “How many times now… 20, 30?”

“Fuck you!” Jo’s wounds glowed yellow from within, then healed. The pain, unbearable, he could not the repress the cry. He’ll enjoy that.

“I’m so crushed… besides we have a deal. You die only when it pleases me. Tonight, however, you have a job, you know the kind I like.”

He’d pay for this, pay dearly… he knew it. But not tonight, tonight It had a need.

“Make him young, strong, tall, muscular and beautiful. Now be a good piece of ass and go fetch my diner… I’m starving!” It threw Jo into the door. Hard.

His shoulder shattered on impact, arm twisting back. Don’t cry, this is nothing.

“Now see what you made me do?” It waved a hand healing Jo’s wounds again. “Now GO before you anger me.”

“Yes Master,” Jo said as he opened the door.