Hired By An Asexual

The Promise

Sweat drips down my face and body as I reach the end of the dance.

I do one more spin on the pole and leap off, doing a power slide after landing on my knees.

The audience goes wild and start throwing wads of cash at the stage.

When I meet Valentino at the end of the show, he seems pleased.

Thank Satan.

"You did well, Angel Cakes."

"I did it all for you, daddy.~"

I lie sweetly through my teeth.

I have one objective.

Survive.

He smirks and leans in to kiss me.

Despite not having fed this month and having to make up for the lack of clients by doing shows, I can't help but feel disgusted by him, which always kills my appetite.

I turn my head and lean away, causing him to grow furious.

Stupid, I know.

I don't know what possessed me to fight now of all times, but I soon regret it.

He grips my jaw and forces his lips onto mine.

I shutter.

Without speaking to me, he all but drags me to his private bedroom.

It's here, at the studio.

He wouldn't waste his bed at his home.

When we arrive, he roughly shoves me onto the mattress.

"Take off your clothes!"

He orders.

The following hour is worse than hell.

Coming from a demon.
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I stumble out of the studio in pain, in tears, and damn near exhausted.

He let me get dressed, thankfully.

On my way to find a place to sleep, I notice a commotion in an alleyway.

I look over and see a delicious sight.

Covered in blood and dressed in a fine suit is the sexiest man I've seen.

He's a human.

Around 5'5, 

And I gotta have him! No other man will satisfy my hungry body.

I know this.

I've never tasted him.

I've never seen him before now.

But I already know he's the only one who can satisfy me in full, which no one has been able to do.

I feel strange, but it's not unpleasant.

Well, some of the sensations are, but for the most part I love it.

Dizzy, warm, fuzzy, giddy, tingly.

I feel all of those. I'm hungry too, but that's not as strong.

I'm definitely lusting after him.

But I feel like there's a hidden potential for...

Something else.

Something I've never felt.

I climb to the top of the roof on the building right behind him and watch as he tortures his victim,  open the man's throat and cuts out his heart.